Give me hope
for im not riding at the top
Living like a couch
when life has taken my role,
Sitting on me, sleeping
and sipping from my glass of wine
Taking away all that is mine.
I give up not so easily though
Now i have that hope
Thanks to you.
because as with every ink drop
You give me hope.
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