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Hope to Cope
It seems all of cruelty's wisdom is continually bestowed upon me.
I will not be infected by a malignancy of pity.
I seek the solace of the forest.
Strength of soul a perpetual test.
My tribulations sit in hunched defeat below the society of trees.
Lulled by empathetic whispers whistling in the leaves.
As lovely is the glorious sky,
It's stubborn blue refuses to reveal the why's.
But the fluffy cotton mountains of clouds provoke hope to cope.
Dopamine tears drop from my suffering eyes.
I will not be infected by a malignancy of pity.
I seek the solace of the forest.
Strength of soul a perpetual test.
My tribulations sit in hunched defeat below the society of trees.
Lulled by empathetic whispers whistling in the leaves.
As lovely is the glorious sky,
It's stubborn blue refuses to reveal the why's.
But the fluffy cotton mountains of clouds provoke hope to cope.
Dopamine tears drop from my suffering eyes.
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