Hope

Hope is a dangerous thing.

A little seems harmless,

But then it starts to grow,

It starts to take over your mind.

Then you dream,

All day & night.

And it breaks you,

When it shatters.

Little pieces stuck in your heart,

Piercing the walls.

You try to abandon it,

But it clings on.

But it clings on.

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