Emerging from the smoke, colors and beauty arise.
The sun will rise again. It always does.
Friends will come and go throughout life. Some people will always be there.
You will hate me and you will love me, but you will always miss me.
I will wake up with my head spinning on occasion. Things will clear up shortly.
There are things in life to worry about and there are things in life that I don't have to think twice about. The beauty is always in life; sometimes you just become temporarily blinded to the point where you can't see the beauty. No matter what, your sight will clear up.
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