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True Hope


Me, a piece of dust

Floating around helplessly, hopelessly

Waiting for something to happen

Possibly a miracle

But nothing appears to be happening

 

You, the charm of hope

But everything just seems like a blur

Always searching, always hoping

For someone to love you

But no one appears in your eyes, but

 

Little did we know

After everything,

That we're each other's hope

and We knew ever since

That day, we smiled

 

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