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Futility and Hope

Buttoning-up my coat of weariness,
comfortable in catatonic numbness,

seeking nothing,

knowing,
nothing seeks me.

Dulled by the glitzy neon haze,
innured to the crassness of casual consumption,

seeking nothingness,

comforted,
that nothingness seeks me.

Futility gnaws,
clawing my insides,

I seek respite from the ceaseless torrent,

of helplessness.

I live with hope,
hugging it close to me,

I embrace hope,
knowing it to be true,

I cherish hope,
never wanting it to crawl away,

hope is my salvation,
hope is my talisman,

hope is all there is.

And so I live,

with hope.

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