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Coming of the Dawn
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Dedications I know the voices
you heard in your head
all too well.
Your mind spins
like a tornado,
funneling dark thoughts.
The fear can consume,
can bring you to your knees
where you can barely breathe.
It paralyzes you,
leaves you motionless
and at the same time restless.
But I wish you had the strength
to fight another day,
to see the next sunrise.
Because there was an end
to your suffering,
and not at the end of a rope.
There was hope to be found;
darkness cowers in the face
of the coming of the dawn.
