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Sunrise

Sunrise

The days I live now I've lived before, what is the need to create such a twisted view that you are nothing. The smallest spark can ignite a flame, I will always remember your name. It is not what we do but how we impact the lives of those around us. I want you to know that maybe today was hell, maybe tomorrow will be the same or maybe you'll realize your perfect abnormalities. Have you ever looked into the darkness and seen what others simply can't see. Figures dancing and landing amongst the stars in the sky. I'm so happy you're alive. I've been through the worst of the worst but never the best of the best. Only I won't let it overtake me, I will not subdue my own voice. For I did not fall I only fell. I did not stay down and I faced another round, that is as the sun arises.

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Tony Taylor

Hey B POYNTER!!.....a very compelling piece of poetic prose here...... with positivity interwoven throughout the powerful relationship between acceptance and faith in self, ie. "I will not subdue my own voice. For I did not fall I only fell." ~ Very cool!!...... well conceived and well delivered!!......ALL STARS!!...... and .....WELCOME to COSMO!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?☀✴✳

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