a glint of hope on the horizon
nothing left to do but venture out
and pray that the path will guide her
she is a tortured soul, they say
twisted roads traveled and worn.
the journey rests heavy on her shoulders
but hope keeps her moving on
the light glistens on new found joy
will her luck hold out?
for if this path turns out false
this will be the one to break her.
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