Staring at the screen, I sit with blurred eyes. It's hard to decipher the names rising above the blackness, and in all honesty, I have no desire to. The sound of children singing warms my soul.
I am a promise, I am a possibility
I am a promise, with a capital "P"
I am a great big bundle of potentiality
My heart begins to melt like a candle, only to
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