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The very thing
I seek for hope
is robbing me of it.
So I drink more;
Surely, this will
do it.
I become more
hopeless,
degradation of the
mind sets in.
I'm sunk in the mud
and despair.
Thursday, April 21, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: despair,hopeless
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