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thought I lost enough

I keep telling the universe I am not that

tough

I can not endure

continuing to give hope when even hope

is unsure

that the seeds I have sown will flourish
before the fields set flame

and ablaze
my soul is on fire as I stand in hell

Can someone tell?

Can someone tell me why I lost hope?

why I’ve been grasping onto threads like

this was the rope

that could pull us all up

could supply us all with silver spoons and
chinaed cups

Yet I put the mask on my face

hell we all do as a race