My peers.

My friends.

My family.

My thoughts.

They scream at me.


Why do you waste your time, girl?


Why do you waste your heart?

Your love?

Your joy?

Your best efforts?

Your blood?

Your sweat?

The plethora of tear-stained pages of your journal?


Written from dusk till dawn.

You write

And cry

And after you’re done

Your hope is strengthened.


Never ends

Never fails

The fire of hope inside you

It fickers, yes.

But you refuse to let it die


Why do you waste hope on them?


Everything must die.


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