The happiness is coming again.
The feelings I despise are arriving.
The looks capture me inside.
The hope is here. That hope, I didn't hope for.
And yet, it always comes.
What is going to happen next? This question I ask frequently.
When the answer arrives, I will tell you.
Summer is close, and I am happy.
Sadly, I'm still white.
Much love,
Kara Diane
P.s.I want a summer romance.
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