Yell for help to an apathetic world?
The cold, painful stare of a suffering populous. Fellow creatures with similar wounds. Identical knife wounds twisted in our spines during our leisure. How do we know there is a common understanding? A mutual realization of pain, or sadness, or desperation. Are we just requesting life rafts from another sinking ship?
There isnt really salvation from despair. Shovels and heads are our only tools. Escape may be impossible.
Misery loves company
Lighter fluid to a flame.
Is there hope?
Yes.
It lies in our soles.
In out bootstraps.
In our will power.
Hope does not lie in our hearts.
Hope lies to our hearts.
I have no hope in this apathetic world.
No hope in myself.
But I do have a will.
I have desperation.
I do not need help from sinking ships.
Life rafts in short supply.
Who needs life rafts when i have bootstraps?
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