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The ups Are full of color And celebration They are things to rejoice The downs Are also sad There will be moments when it all feels Like it's crumbling Like there's no light at the end of the tunnel The problems These kind of things are necessities for us Obstacles are put in our way to be conquered Not for us to sit and stare at Hoping they'll go away There will be times When we will laugh Dance And sing in joy There will be times When we will cry Scream And ask if this is right Life Requires balance To get the true satisfaction Happiness can only fill you As much as sadness have carved into you Other wise it's jus

     Texas sat at the empty table in the kitchen, staring into her coffee cup in thought, "Ah, some not so friendly scars are opening up again. This happens though. It is the anniversary of that day." she could still feel his warm, inviting eyes. Those same eyes that were sad and unwilling when he closed them for good. The doorbell made her jump right out of her thoughts. She got up and answered the door. There stood a very tall man in a tan trench coat, "Howdy hey Russia. No time to waste I see." She held the door open more for him to step inside. The two of them walked to the kitchen where he took a seat.     He asked, "Where is my sister