Sometimes life throws curveballs. The more it rains, the more depressing it gets. The darker the yawning abyss becomes. Then a little voice speaks through. "We still have each other."
And a little speck of light, like the smallest of small candles, Way far off in the distance, starts to flicker and maybe, just maybe, a hint of a rainbow.
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