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Times like these when hope is all you have
Hope of happiness
Hope of joy,
Hope of fulfillment
Hope of love and care
Hope of a time when your tears mean something,
Then after hope dries out, you are left with nothing,
Standing in the cold
It is just you stoned in a world where you cant even
feel the wind on your skin
No breathe of fresh air flowing smoothly through the
wind pipe
You start craving for that little bit of air that could
make you live a little more
A little bit of air that could spark a tiny bit hope
You muster up the last bits and pieces of energy you have
just to get out of your bed
Do as little as taking a goddamn shower!