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Oct 2018
I've never experienced it
But something says it exists

If it exist, there is still hope
Hope for the euphoria I always wanted
Hope that humanity is relatable
Hope for passion

But this means the birth of the opposite
Despair, envy, hate and chaos
Will be a narrow thread from reality
Hope for pure destruction

Regardless what's true, I can not win
I'm stuck in the rules, and I will go on forever
Am I the only one who sees this?
Why do I endure?
Written by
Hugo  18/M/Sweden
(18/M/Sweden)   
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