Bliss
Waiting for a glimpse of hope
That may pass my way
Each faded whisper saying its okay
Still growing is the sorrow
Faintly fading with each night
Waking with each tomorrow
Always dimming out my light
It is the strength that holds my inner thought
The power of negativity
Thinking its all i have got
Their is not a chance it will set me free
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