I've heard of hope, a beacon bright,
Yet I remain in the darkness of night.
I resist the notion of a better tomorrow,
Afraid to let go of all my sorrow.
I've heard of forgiveness, a healing balm,
But my heart is hard like a stone.
I hold on to the hurt and the pain,
Refusing to let go and feel whole again.
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