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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