HopeHope, Life giving and pure, Yet dark and viral, Infecting my soul, Burning it, Killing it, And yet, Keeping it alive.Hope
Pushing me forward, Along the path of fate, Racing to save, My soul from death, Yet holding me back, Blinding me, In its fury.
Hope has white angel wings, That are broken and distorted, Flapping nonetheless, In my soul.
Take the knife, And plunge it inside, Bleeding out the hope, Cleansing the soul, And yet dying, From the purity.
All of all, Sha
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The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
Th qu k ow fox ju s ov th azy og.
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The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
Th qu k ow fox ju s ov th azy og.
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The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
Th qu k ow fox ju s ov th azy og.
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