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Hopeless

Has it finally come to this,
that I might Hate the man I've never been?
Can I try to hope, or even hope to try?
Watch me bleed through apathetic eyes.

Where's the sun? All I see is Rain.
Where is hope? All I see is Pain.

And such is life, it's come to this.
No matter what it is, it's not Hopeless.




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