Waste
My peers.
My friends.
My family.
My thoughts.
They scream at me.
Why do you waste your time, girl?
Why do you waste your heart?
Your love?
Your joy?
Your best efforts?
Your blood?
Your sweat?
The plethora of tear-stained pages of your journal?
Written from dusk till dawn.
You write
And cry
And after you’re done
Your hope is strengthened.
Never ends
Never fails
The fire of hope inside you
It fickers, yes.
But you refuse to let it die
Why do you waste hope on them?
Everything must die.
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