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Dreams, are made of hope. Substance cannot describe how I feel when gazing up at the stars. They are far, and I am close. I can't seem to break the faith which holds me tethered to this atmosphere. I am in awe of the beauty that surrounds my heart, keeping me balanced. My sides are in happy stitches, as I laugh with family. We can always come home. They will always be waiting for us, right here. My spirit trusts in God above. He has unending love. My soul will not be left behind. I am whole, so complete now.