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Running in a Circle

Running in a circle,

Almost out of ground

Digging deeper ditches,

And falling farther down

Past hatchets long since buried,

And memories left to rot

Were what was once important

All amounts to naught

Blinding sky of the forgotten

Consuming all my light

Futile thoughts, unwanted

Keep me awake all night

And when every work is spoken,

When all is said and done

I realize one most simple fact

False hope’s better than none





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