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Remember

Shelter,

sought when the storm approaches.

Laughter,

found in the darkest of hours.

Hope,

lingers even when the storm consumes me.

Dreams,

something no one can take from me.

I recall the pain

but it won’t keep me down for long.

I remember the words

that cut deep

and I see the scars

that remain.

How many years

before I am over

the things that brought me

to this place?

Waiting,

I am here waiting for hope

to grow

from a spark

to a consuming flame.

It burns inside,

deep within,

waiting.

Alone,

I am alone in this world

trying to remember

the dreams

that took me so far from here

even when the darkness

brought me back here again.

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