One thing she was sure of ,nothing lasts forever.
A precious thing running through her veins:Hope
She knew she would live through, though she had a stake against her heart,
And she knew one day she would live, and not just merely survive .
The determination shining in her eyes proving she isn't going to back down anytime soon.
She was a hunter,and happiness was her prey.
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Recovery
PoetryHealing myself is what for I write, Hoping to see someday the path bright, Each time raising my expectations to great summits Just to let you know how much optimism it brings. ************************************ Feel free to share your views and op...
