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blakereflected
a r t CREATE DESIGN l i f e
This sickness is heavy and ready to cause suffering
But through words of honesty, it can become just one thing
A thing that gives one purpose, which gives one reason
To never run from this life, to embrace pain without leaving
For after you hurt, you will find yourself healing
And the sky will open up to you
As hope has no ceiling
Darkness you will find
Heaven you will see
Excerpt from | Hope Has No Ceiling
A poem about suicide... And never surrendering
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