Hope In Sorrow Hand In Hand in Writings

  • Oct. 18, 2005, 6 a.m.
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However dark the night becomes, the sun will always rise, no matter the joy inside your smile, it shall disappear with the tide. No matter how the winter chases away, the singing birds shall always return. No matter the trust you give, the lies will devour it's worth. No matter the depth of the chill you feel, the sun will offers it's warm embrace, However strong your heart may be, it will break if you give it away. No matter how deep your wounds may be, they will find a way to heal, yet no matter how hard you try, the constant pain is just as real.


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