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A Friends Face

The morning sun greets me,
Sharing in my hopes for the day.
But everything else I can see
Has a different message to relay,
The same struggle still continues.
What good is hope with no effort?
It just dies and turns poisonous.
If we aren’t willing to work
All hope does is decieve us.
And every single day we wake
It’ll be to an enemy with a friends face.

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