The sun started shining again,
The clouds started to disperse,
My smile came back,
More genuine than before.
And as if by magic the storm hit me full force.
The flood gates opened,
The hurricane hit,
The thunder growled.
All of a sudden I was right back where I used to be.
Maybe,
Just maybe,
I don't deserve happiness.
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What I Know to be True
PoetryA collection of poems by a person whom is trying to collect her pieces up off the ground.
