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Jan 2019
In this moment I noticed
it was rare I'd have a hopeful response

My greatest belief was in disappoinment
against my will I lost faith in hope

And until it comes true
your words will always be false
until you make it come into fruition

The seeing was my believing
Hopeless Outlet
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Hopeless Outlet  34/M/NYC
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