Smile convincingly, never let them see.
A slither of hope, so slim, slips into history.
"Friends"can't be, the strain a mystery.
Hope splutters as it clings to itself.
Why do you do it? What do you gain?
When will salvation come from all the pain.
I could give up.
They wouldn't know.
Thinking perhaps some virus had laid me low.
Until the flame is squashed .
And the future goes dim.
Until this day I will trust Him.
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