AgainThe dawn is breaking again, The fears are waking again, I’m looking around again, You’re nowhere to be found again.Again
Whispering thoughts into the dark Wishing they could cause a spark Pen and papers on the floor Watching your hand slide across the door
Repeat the night all over again It spreads the fright again Will it be like this the rest of the day? And all along the way?
1st journal
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~Que-Sera-Sera as well as I do.
hope you like it here
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Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise ~ Still I Rise - Maya Angelou
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Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise ~ Still I Rise - Maya Angelou
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