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Feb 24
Hope is a beautiful lie
that preys upon your soul
it's siren song is whispered soft
and claims to make you whole

Within the midst of every gale
It’s voice is in your ear
“Just keep going little one,
the end is almost near.”

So you press on stoutly trusting
those  whispered words are true
You fight and trudge all the while
Convinced you’re almost through

But Hope has lied once again
And now you look to find
You’re only deeper in the gale
And your life was left behind.
Emily Dickinson was incorrect
Written by
Lorrin  21/F
   Fawn and Mark Tilford
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