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All around me I hear sounds

of confusion tainted with glimmers

                of hope

I continually hear the cries

of babes and the sweet songs of

                innocence

I let out a yell of my own; a

shout spiced with hurt and two

             dashes of hope

and along the way I discover

that countless others experience

             this dilemma

though it not actually be a dilemma

but rather merely another facet

                of life

I try to give hope and overcome

though I can be defeated soundly

              by my own hands

Love can hurt but then again only

                love can heal

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