rising above

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Slowly my life has been getting back on trackSomehow I managed to find that allusive pathThat would lead me back to order  
  The biting exchange of night into morning is here. I lay coldly, intertwined in crimson sheets and tangled hair. Awake from a daze into the new day,
Like the sidewalk flower, We develop from difficulties. Struggling through cement, We learn our lessons.   Like the sidewalk flower, We overcome our obstacles. Battling through bricks,
Life is beautiful, life is abundant. Pain and sorrow, leads to happier tomorrows. Sweet harmonious laughter, love everlasting. My life a mix of sweet passions and tasteful beginnings.
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