Ray of Light

It's funny how even when all seems to be falling down
and you know it's completely reasonable for you to lose it
there's a single ray of light just keeping yourself together.
Making everything worth it... And you can pull a smile and be at peace.
It really makes me smile thinking about that.
What a great day...
What a weird day...
But I would re-live it anytime.

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