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Hope for my Joy

My soul is being beckoned To leave heartbreak To depart from reality To give and not take My joy is endless In this other life I get to see this joy But only sometimes.. Reality splits my thoughts Like a whip cracking on my back But I still have my joy And reality can't take that Not if I have hope Which never ceases to be No matter how woesome my troubles Even if tripled by three

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Date: 10/15/2014 9:44:00 PM
Love the message in this fine write. soupmail on the way..
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