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Hopeless
Prompt: A rhyming poem. Word Count: 100.
I'm trapped in the depths of a mind that is weak
Obsessively thinking of things I can't speak
Good, bad, right, wrong, love burned down to dust
Losing my soul in a maze of ashen mistrust
Cold and confused, ever inward I turn
Seeking the solace which forever I yearn
Never quite finding it, though I struggle and strive
I venture outward to look for something alive
But I don't get far beyond my own pain
A heart stuffed with foolishness, searching in vain
Trivial bandaids peel open, ragged scars are exposed
I stand alone, cold, confused, only misery composed.
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