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I Forgot Hope, Is What Makes the World Beautiful

*very very rough hahaha kind of rusty.

I believe that we are born pure
Clean without evil
But why do these things happen

So I descended into the darkness
In my search for the meaning
Of why

Fog and mist crept in
Covered every path
Colored everything gray

Trapped within the shadows
Trapped within my cave
Within my own head

So I saw nothing
Save for darkness
And I accepted it as fact


I came out tainted
Forgotten my belief
With no reminders of what came first

But back into the light
The sun shines
Cleared away the shades

Then I remembered
Hope is what makes the world beautiful
Because without hope there is no love.


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