Poemia
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I grew up counting promises That disappeared like rain. Learning young that…

I grew up counting promises
That disappeared like rain.
Learning young that hope and hurt
Often carried the same name.

Yet somewhere beneath the silence,
Past all that let me down,
I found that broken promises
Could never steal my crown.
I grew up counting promises That disappeared like rain. Learning young that…
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