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Finding my rainbow
Finding my rainbow In a dark and dirty world. Full of fear and hatred How does one look out to see the best in me? Always judging what will become of me. I am still looking for my place To call home. I still want so much more than I can have I can live like this forever. I don’t know how much my heart can endure In a world, that makes me insecure. Finding my rainbow All of the colors defined. All the lines in place. All the people disgraced. All my dreams mine. In a dark and dirty world With so few standing in the light, I wonder what will become of my rainbow at night. 3/31/08 Michelle Klear
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