False Hope

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The way I live my life is always looking to fill.
To receive a beauty, no one else can  feel.
To rid self of any void that lingers still.
Yet I run into so many fucking hills
So steep the only option is to turn around.
Don't usually put vulgar in poems so here's the deal.
No rage, hatred, or sorrow it's just what's real.
The goal of life is to reach far beyond comfortable.
To gain a handle on life, just live wonderful.
To have a hope, to have a dream, it's all nice.
Cause in the end it's most important  you love life.
And what's better than being a dreamer with open eyes.
Reaching goals and being happy to no surprise.
It's hard to reach, that's understood but manage the setup.
The hardest part about life is realizing it can be so much better.

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