There will be nights
When the certainties so harshly gained
Will all be blown away in one gust
There will be nights
When your head will ache from the chaos of your thoughts
And you won't even get to quiet it
There will be nights
Spent in the desperate search for relief
From the burning in your chest
But if you let yourself sink
If you let yourself drown
There will also be dawns.
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