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Forsaken Hope

tears streak down my face,
mingling with the raindrops
that kiss my cheeks.

i have lost something,
or something has lost me.

every tear a reminder,
every day a forsaken hope.
gone for so long,
now no more than a withering dream.

i have lost something,
or something has lost me.



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