Hope
Like open arms
the thoughts of freedom
rain through this Hell
Taking me to an old cottage.
His broken door
withered and splintered
grows anew
Healing, healthy
knowing that things will get better
Gazing into his eyes,
his comforting stare,
the windows to his soul
where even Hell has no hold.
His heat,
his warmth,
radiates into this cold, cold place
I unknowingly step forward,
into the oddly familiar hold.
He stands tall,
his voice ringing out,
Jappiness, joy, and warmth
his smile soothes me.
Our hands clasped,
I take my first step into euphoria
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I am a defiant teenager. I "fight the man!" (: I love music, and dancing. Music genres do not matter to me, I listen to songs from every genre. I am a quiet person but, once you get to know me, I am very very silly. ^_^ I love nature, and drinking hot tea, and reading quotes about life. The Library is my home. I love Ben Howard, he is an exceptional artist! I prefer Autumn to Summer, and Rain to Sun My favorite day is Sunday, and I love New Years, these are my favorite because, I believe in new beginnings.
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