Hope
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it slowly gets better but when is it going to be okay.
I cry and scream, calm down down and pray.
My tears turn into memory's, my cuts turn into scars.
I shot for the moon and landed in the stars.
Someday this will make me stronger.
Hold on to God, and wait little longer.
God shows me, a little more everyday.
With him life looks a little less gray.
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