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Feb 2015
there are flowers where my scars once bled
there is always a sun behind my grey sky
there is a heart that belongs to me
and mine to him
a hand to hold, a laugh exchanged between friends
a lovely text
a caring thought and a listening ear
flowers are blooming everywhere
a strangers gentle smile
a comforting drizzle of rain
extra cream cheese bagels and chocolate milk
rock music, pop music, classical music
warm baths, no more cold old water
i am still hurt but I am getting there
and I am alive, I am alive, I am alive.


Wrote this because I'm feeling good and refreshed.
Written by
conceptcollection  22/F
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