Sometimes life throws lots of jabs at us as we live. We fall and feel it's the end. The once we feel we love flee and we feel that all is lost. Yet something stronger inside of us rises and moves us. Pushes us to depths we never knew we could reach. It is true that hope remains when all is lost and it remains when we feel we are too broken to continue this life. We are broken yet we find our through this life. I love your poem so much that I've been infected like a disease
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I'm glad the poem touched you. I encourage everyone reading this to go try and put their feeling into words. Beautiful things will definitely come out.
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