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Feb 2015 · 652
Recovery
Ashley E H Feb 2015
It was a dark haze,
That hung low,
My mind consumed in a maze,
With no exit to go,
The nights became long,
Crying every night,
They told me to stay strong,
and I started to write,
things will get better eventually,
days will get brighter,
Your heart will sing its own melody,
Because just like me; you're also a fighter

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