Oxymoron
Without it I am stranded
In the dark depths I am abandond
racked with fear, I am enpty handed
Having nothing to hold on to
I go insane trying to deny
the oxymorn I can't hide
and the reality inside
I am without the one thing I connat be without
Hope
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