I Didn't Know
I didn't know what to do
I was hurt
I was broken.
A voice called out through the pain
It shouted, "Keep going."
It cried, "You're worth it."
It whispered, "I believe."
Hope drove me forward.
Hope was all I had, and then I realized
Hope was the voice.
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