Tomorrow

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Demons lay waste to your dreams,

your hopes and wishes are ripped at the seams.

Darkness falls and your love thrown away,

once again, you lost the battle just like the other day.

But the ripped hope survived,

what was sorrow became your strength.

Recollecting dreams, to this you thrive,

tomorrow win the war, all energy spent.

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