Hope

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The stars were amazing story tellers,
For the tales they told,
Her eyes were flooded with tears and she wept beneath the wild sky
Her eyes looked as magnificent as the freckled night sky was,
She was just like us, she had her own flaws.
The fears then crept in,
Which she tried hard to kickout.
Fighting and crying had put her off to sleep.
Then, the sun had risen up
It was another new day, had another new begin.
She knew this is her story which could be rewritten.

//isabella//
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