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Hopelessness is like poison.
It spreads and hurts our soul,
And then die without a reason.
It wavers our poor, poor souls,
Leaving us with nothing
But a pained heart for us fools.
If it is that strong for me,
I would still hope for good,
Just to save for my dear life.
© Vyrene
It spreads and hurts our soul,
And then die without a reason.
It wavers our poor, poor souls,
Leaving us with nothing
But a pained heart for us fools.
If it is that strong for me,
I would still hope for good,
Just to save for my dear life.
© Vyrene