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Dreams of a hopeless soul

My dreams my dreams they have all fallen apart at the seams. I see a beggar in the street without even shoes on his feet and I hand him a dollar. I don't expect to be given a parade and this won't be my largest escapade in life. When you think about it hope is important is is our rope that tethers us to reality. But when reality is to much to bear I'd rather be hopeless. I will try to see the light in life and to see that good will beat evil and life conquers death and when I feel lifeless I know that hopelessness is pointlessness because we may go ashes to ashes and dust to dust but we can leave a mark and that is all that matters.

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