Truth is,

It's dark and gloomy outside, my heart steadily cries. If I told you how I felt, would you even be surprised? Sometimes I sit and wonder, hope that maybe you'll see past the clouds and thunder that hover over me. When things are to get better, I can never know. But I can promise you one thing- that through this we will grow.

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