It Was There
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This is a part of a story best left unwritten. An idea I'll never finish. This is more a snippit of larger story, I haven't been feeling well, so here it is. It was there, this story will be read and hopefully reflected upon. I just hope that you know that yes, things will be tough, believe me, I know but that's okay. We'll live to fight another day because we're for a reason, though it often might not feel like it, we're here for each other, right? Though I might feel hopeless, I'm still here for something. Something I soon hope to find.
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