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I need my hope.

The light,
Blissful and soft.
Warm and inviting.

Sometimes it calls me,
I never listen.
But what would it be like?

The right cocktail of drugs,
Slowly slipping away,
No pain, just a blissful feeling.

But in the darkness...

A feeling? A person! 
It keeps me going, she keeps me going...
Don’t take away my hope.

For what is Hell,
But the total absence of hope?
So, I write.

I write to keep those thoughts and feelings at bay. People think me mad, or stoned, but I am merely me. My head is a fucked up wee place, but in the midst of it all, lies hope. That wee thing that says "no". It denies the ending light and embraces the true light of hope.

If I hold on to hope,
I’ll be okay.
So, please...

Don’t take my hope away...
I need it.

I need you...
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