April's p.o.v
Crippled by fear and false hope,
I feel all alone in this storm.
Grief threatens to steal
the sun from the sky.
When I found relief
through crying,
everything made
sense again.

April's p.o.v
Crippled by fear and false hope,
I feel all alone in this storm.
Grief threatens to steal
the sun from the sky.
When I found relief
through crying,
everything made
sense again.
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