Poem from Jaal on his second day at Evergreen

> The poem i wrote in the woods:
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> Life is whatever you want it to be. It can be a jail with concrete walls the silouettes of which block out the very sun. Life can be a book with no cover, no text, ready to be filled with whatever is thrown in it. Life can be a garden, a playground, beautiful, amazing in its wonder. Somehow, in the midst of all this, life can be hell.
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> Jaal