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Apr 2014
And after the storm has cleared,
My smile is present not only in the mirror,
I see an open road in sight,
I'm so close,
And it's so very near.
And on this beautiful day,
I can't comprehend my mood,
It just seems to constantly sway.
But things seem to be going better,
I no longer get caught so easily in these storms,
Pay too much thought into the weather.
So I'll keep my chin held high,
And dream about the day I will touch the sky,
No more tears,
Or cowering in fear,
The future looks bright, for I.
Blythe Barrymore
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Blythe Barrymore  Portland
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