Hope
I sit and I ponder
What could I not live without?
On those dark nights and even darker days
What pushed me out of bed?
What forced me into clothes
And stuffed food down my throat?
What stopped me from drawing lines on my skin
And healed the scars on my heart?
What is permanent?
For something mortal
Will not last me long
Things are nothing
When hope is gone
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