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Hope
Raindrops glisten with rainbows of light,
searing reflections the colors are bright.
I look out the window the lights are a blur,
leaving this town my thoughts are of you.
The back seat is cold, I turn and sit still,
the tears are a flowing, despair's all I feel.
Lost for the moment, no smile can I find,
am I going crazy, have I lost my mind?
Then slowly I think, maybe theres hope,
memories live on, maybe I'll cope.
A little smile comes, the tears all subside,
inside my heart, is where you reside.
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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