People say it gets better with time's steady thrum,

So I wait for each new sunrise in the hope that they're right,

And when I see the first wisp of baby pink I believe them,

And when the darkness settles hours later I hold on to that warmth I once had in my sight,

I cannot allow my doubts to take ahold of my trusting mind,

Because they have to be right — hope is all I've got left to find.

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One day. One day I'll stop saying: "one day".

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