The storm is as beautiful as the rainbow.
Life has taught me even the storm can be a muse, and been broken can help us become even more beautiful.

What is lacking can not be held and what is missing can not be counted.
In solitude an emptiness is revealed, we think we are in love but it's just a search for someone to fill a void.

I can no longer run away from my thoughts they've become words that heals the heart.
I thought I knew love but it was better understood by a child.
Love is a choice and we've all been given the freedom to make a choice.
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