Let your heart heal,
from all you've put it through.
Let your hope recover,
from the doubt you exposed it to.
Let your mind process,
all that you've been through.
And let your spirit refurbish,
all that you were, bacause;
You may lose hope, you may lose love,
you may even lose sight,
but one thing you cannot afford to lose,
is yourself.
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A nice poetic imagination, Courtney. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks.