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spring time


I wake up in the morning and feel better than I've ever felt the ice in my heart is slowly beginning to melt, there once was a time I felt things were so difficult, but her eyes shot through me like a lightning bolt I've waited so long to enjoy the summer of my youth I've waited a lifetime to glimpse the truth for colors to be vibrant instead of moot for love to stop causing pain and start to soothe

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