Hope.
Hope.
Hope.
God I just want to feel,
break me out
pull me out
and save me from my Hell.
Everything
falling
just breaking
and becoming
whatever it will be.
I miss my Muse.
The inspiration
beyond understand
replaced
by self condemnation,
doubt and guilt.
Hope.
Beautiful hope
that none of this will remain
but that
peace will soon overflow.
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