December
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I made me a promise to myself I swore to hold.
Yet, here I am. New scars to cover the old ones.
Still the same hollow, empty person with an never ending, self repeating story.
They all say that hope is the last thing that a human abandon, that just raises a new question.
How do a person carry on when he had no hope from the start?
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