Night is not eternal.
Morning always comes.
Storms are not eternal.
Peace always comes.
Snow is not eternal.
Spring always comes.
Winter is not eternal.
Flowers always bloom.
Darkness is not eternal.
Sunlight always comes.
I have to keep holding on to the promise of sunlight, of spring, of peace, of morning, of flowers.
So easily has the darkness engulfed me.
It has exhausted every part of my being.
I feel hopeless, helpless, and crushed.
I must look to the promises.
It can't rain forever.
It can't.
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