Shall this be my song of hope?
Why do you not want to sit in silence?
This silence is driving me crazy. I don’t want to hear myself think.
How can you talk of hope when your heart holds nothing but despair?
It is because I am sunk, I am defeated, I am nothing more than the dust covering this earth, that I can think only of hope now. I have nowhere to go. No one to meet. No one to hold my hand while I weep. I have to go up. There really is nowhere else to go.
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