having hope or letting go.A Poem by lorennnShe's been knocked down to only pick up her broken pieces, and yet she rises higher then the morning sunrise just to be seen by anyone who would notice. She trembles at night only because she has cried so much, and yet she is able to calm herself enough that she yet has hope for the next day to come... That is, if she can make it through her troubled and heavy mind. She knows she has the endurances and ability too make it, but it's more of the fact does she want to make it... Make it for what, another day to pick up shattered pieces, or to make it for what gives her life? ~Loren
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