The Struggle

Promised since a young age.


Looked forward to


but taken away suddenly.


Taken so suddenly that it leaves a


SPACE.


A deep, empty space that burns


Causes sorrow unknown.


Tears for days,


anger beyond words,


depression sticky like tar.


HOPE GONE.

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