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How long will this last?
Can this be forever?
I can only hope..
Hope that this all doesn't come tumbling down
Like a wooden block tower built to high.
Hope that things will never go sour,
Remaining the same or to only get better
Without this I am lost
Without this I am nothing
Without this I am not
This is what makes me
This is what I live for
To hope and wonder
Lost in a wishful reverie
Filled with all that can be
With all that is me.
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