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Nothing at all
This was the last
There’s nothing left of me
What I was or could be
Died with the last of my hope
At least some people can be happy
At least it is destined for some
Even if I can’t have it
I have purpose and meaning
I can help others achieve everything
But I cant
There is nothing left for me
Nothing left of me
Nothing at all is what I am
There’s nothing left of me
What I was or could be
Died with the last of my hope
At least some people can be happy
At least it is destined for some
Even if I can’t have it
I have purpose and meaning
I can help others achieve everything
But I cant
There is nothing left for me
Nothing left of me
Nothing at all is what I am
Published 1st Apr 2014
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1st Apr 2014 2:36pm
Sad and heartwrenching ..you've expressed the resigned loss of hope perfectly... with respect..domore
1st Apr 2014 3:05pm
