Sometimes I see the beauty in life
Other times it sees the beauty in me
A glance of hope that lasts a moment
Months ago a lady asked me how I was
Just a simple phrase on a bad day
But said like she cared about me
I said I was fine like you politely do
Yet that memory has seared itself in me
The notion that someone cared about me
I know I can't win every battle
But I keep living and hoping and dreaming
Because one day I will win the war
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PoetryThis contains the random thoughts of a college student. Brace yourselves for depressing weirdness.
