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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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