A Home For Miracles.

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Those uncertain times
That ate your insides
Will not aways be there.

Those times you dive deep into the sea,
To lose your mind and find your peace,
The waters will wash away the pain.

Those times you screwed up,
That made you a wreck,
The lessons learnt,
Will carry you to pure bliss.

Those stones thrown at you,
Will not leave you sore,
Let them rejuvenate you.

That gap left,
That made you a prisoner,
A prisoner of your own emotions,
You will somehow fill it irregardless.

Breath in hope,
She has some kind of aroma,
Make room for her in there,
For this too is true,
A hopeful heart is home for miracles.

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