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Mulan, my journey,

Mounting, I caressed the soft hides

of my ride east, where my journey begins.

The training, the action where young boys stay

I would be the odd one out, the black sheep of my

new family where I would endure a new destiny

 

Trotting, galloping to the new place I would belong

I long for my hometown, my aches and pain of

leaving my family. The never ending clip-clops of the horses hooves

drumming in my ears.

Afraid of what is to come in the near future.

 

I have given myself up from my old life.

Now I am in the hands of my trainers.

Where I would. 

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By Claire

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