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The One They Call 'Hope',
True Blue,
Dry those eyes;
You are sunshine in disguise.
Rivers flow from parasites,
Reaping and leeching,
Sucking and bleeding,
All over a world that isn't our own,
Corrupt and disowned.
In the end,
They are all like you.
Troubled and confused.
Dry those eyes;
You are sunshine in disguise.
Rivers flow from parasites,
Reaping and leeching,
Sucking and bleeding,
All over a world that isn't our own,
Corrupt and disowned.
In the end,
They are all like you.
Troubled and confused.
Published 8th Jan 2010
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8th Jan 2010 1:19pm
...in your lines here Tasha, which indeed provide hope as you are clearly seeing aspects of the world which need changing. You leave much open for the reader to interpret but retain a powerful feel.
9th Jan 2010 00:18am
I like to think I have a healthy dose of cynicism with my morning coffee; it helps to keep me realistic.
Thank you for the positive feedback, it's much appreciated :)
- T.
Thank you for the positive feedback, it's much appreciated :)
- T.
