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No Hope, No Love, No Life

Hope must not exist,
If it does, then not for me.
I’ve given up on trying;
Abandoned all my pleas.

Love must not exist.
If it does, it’s not around.
For what’s the point in loving,
If my loving heart broke down?

Life must not exist.
If it does, I wouldn’t know.
It feels like I’m just breathing,
From six feet down below.

Happiness has faded,
From hope and love and life.
I know they’re nonexistent.
Just lost in painful strife.





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