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Jan 2018
God laid his cards on the table and made me choose.
I picked hope.
She had the warmest eyes.
Her smile was inviting.
She was full of promises.
Promises don't mean anything.

Our government could promise world peace.
Promises don't mean anything.

God could've promised me another hand.
Promises don't mean anything.

You could've promised to stay.
Promises don't mean anything.
There's a lot of good to be said about living life with certainty.
About us.
Revised 1/18/18
Written by
Rachel Chumley  23/Non-binary/Florida
(23/Non-binary/Florida)   
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