
Hope Shatters,
Despair Fills the Air like Poison,
You Breath in to Live and
Everyday becomes a Needed Agony.
Shattered Hope is Pieced Together,
A Cure Arises to Erase the Poison and
Every Breath becomes Sweat and Loses its Agony.
The Days are Quite Ringing with a Peaceful Tone
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