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Mar 4
She hasn't forgiven
Forgetting was far stretched

Hope wasn't just a privilege
It was a nightmare

Just when she thought
The day wouldn't be so bright
Or the night wouldn't be so dark

They proved her a clown
A comedy laughed on,
On her expense

It became a cycle

To get her to Hope
To get her to believe

And to squash down later

So let go she did

Because that's all she could do

As painful as it might be
Hope was never hers to begin with
Written by
Grey
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