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Hope
Hidden in lonely states, it’s hard to figure out.
All you know is all you know and you know, without a doubt.
It’s getting hard and harder to remember life without.
Whatever left is left and know it all comes around.
Lost until found.
Blank stares, blank face, it's all fun and games until it stops.
Stressors fill the empty spots, leave your mind a crowded lot.
Attempts in vain, numbing pain, it all eventually becomes the same.
Time is of the essence, and know it all comes around.
All may be lost, until is it found.
You can lose everything, as can I.
There are far worse fates, than to die.
The minds a busy place and the world never lets up.
You work for it day by day, trying to keep your head up.
Taking each blow from every way, pound for pound.
And just when you think all is lost,
All will be found.
