youngadulthood
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Heavy hearts filled with heavy stones,
We try to walk tall against the pain,
Thrashing in thick mud as we tread along,
the fog is smug and unforgiving,
clouding our vision.
The night sings its lullaby as the dreamer falls asleep.
She dreams of a sweet surprise, faster her heart seems to beat
She wakes up to the glowing stars that are painted across the sky;
