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expectations were my real enemy
And hope was leading them
To kill me slowly
I tried to fight them for a long time
But then i thought to my self
I'm a human
And humans should be hopeful
Shouldn't they?

So why they still knocking me out relentessly?

Dystopia

                should have
                                       
                                       mercy on us.

                should have                                                                                mercy on us

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