The wind blows as hard as it can,
bearing the sting, alone i stand.
A storm gathers, so full of rage....
A horrorfull sight, but i still have faith.
The tension grows, the pressure rises,
pushing me down as hard as it can.
Gasping for breath, bruised and beaten,
trying to hold on, but i keep losing grip.
Nobody is around to pull me up,
so why do i try so hard,
when i know......
There's no hope after all.
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Submission Name: No Hope
