Hope
She wasn't broken, she was just disoriented,
Her emotions, Her heart, Her feelings, everthing's had broken up,
just like a Jigsaw Puzzle,
scattered all over the place.
Everything that had ever been spoken to her,
everything she had ever believed in,
seemed to be a mistake,
all lies.
Now, all she could do was to wait,
for the next morning,
A new morning,
Wait for a new ray of sunshine,
to hit her eyes,
fill her with happiness and positivity,
New adventures, new experiences,
Till then, all she had was,
Hope.
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