Little did I know that this hope dies
Faster than it can be renewed.
Oh, how I dream of things
better left unthought.
Can you unthink something?
Can you erase a belief, a hope?
Nay, in truth
thou is nothing but a ragwort
of pain and suffering
doth not thou see what thou hath done?
Created gossamer hope
wisps of yesteryear
only to destroy it all
with that one memory
Rejection.
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