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Jan 2016
There were
Days of darkness.
Days of hopelessness.
Days of pain and
Days of sadness.

Days spent in bed.
Days filled with tears
and fear.

Days when you were near.

Good days
Where I almost forgot, andΒ Β 
Bad days
When I couldn't.

Days when I was alive,
but not living.


Days when the only thing
That got me through the day
Was *hope
Charlotte Opdahl
Written by
Charlotte Opdahl  Norge
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   Paige Sawyer
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