Change "Nobody likes change, Zara," my adoptive mother says. It was today exactly a year since my mother died. I got places with Lacey Austin and Mark Austin just 6 months after. I never recovered from my mother. "How about you write a #poem, for your dear mother?" Mark says. I run upstairs and pick up a pen and paper. 'Chances sometimes are what we have to take, like a risk,' 'Hance the world with a highlighter, as God is my pen, so brisk' 'And then, when you take my mother, what do i do?' 'Never mind, its change, i dont mind,' 'Going places, #life's like a bike ride, we have to keep moving to balance,' Everywhere, anywhere, changes are chances we have to change,' ##acrostic #change
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