Hope
Every day is a nightmare
from which I eventually awake,
only to be afraid
to go to bed again.
Yet every night,
I shut my eyes
in defiance,
hoping for a better tomorrow.
Every day is a nightmare
from which I eventually awake,
only to be afraid
to go to bed again.
Yet every night,
I shut my eyes
in defiance,
hoping for a better tomorrow.
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