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Hope

April is gone,

March it's not the same,
And June it's just another date. 
I'm tired,
I wore out all bit of hope
I just need a rope. 
Is it just me?
Or is the whole world?
.... With the cold felling of being alone. 
I hope and hope,  
to find something else than my own shadow. 
I hope to find another soul. 
I hope to find myself alone, 
But at least with some hope. 

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