For the grasp of hope slips through your soul like sand through a chasm in the earth, years of life reduced to the disparity of poverty and disability, a body riddled with pain a mind clouded with delusions of prosperity, loneliness and nightmares are your comfort, for in this abyss reality is a hellish experience, no rising tide no harvest to be no rains will pour down, no your simply forever trapped in a void of despair, a compassion-less society ignores your very being, no hand to stand, no hug of warmth, no support to prevent a fall, this your destiny a vacant existence that will never be seen nor missed, like the morning mist time will evaporate the memory, without even a footnote you have never been.

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