When the world feels heavy, sharp, and loud,
And every step is lost in doubt,
I cling to sparks the dark can't take—
A laugh, a song, the daybreak's wake.
I hold the warmth of morning light,
A familiar voice, a star at night.
Small moments stitch my heart back whole
When storms have soaked my weary soul.
Though shadows stretch and hope feels thin,
These little joys pull me back in.
They whisper truths I won't forget:
I'm still here, and life's not done yet.
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