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Apr 2016
So we close our eyes
and tell ourselves
that help will come
tomorrow.
But tomorrow's hope
quickly turns to despair
and then despair fades into nighttime
and then tomorrow is over
and help never came.
So we close our eyes
and tell ourselves
that help will come
tomorrow.
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Poetry At Most
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