\n I'm not sure if they plan on adding a section for this later on, but for now, I'll post it here. This is going to become my section for poetry. I highly doubt anything smutty will ever be posted in here, so if that's what you're looking for, try something else..or take a couple minutes to read the poem and comment on it, if you want.

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\n What's it take to convince a friend

\n That life is not a mountain

\n One must struggle to climb up

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\n When does the realization hit

\n That control is just within your grasp

\n If only you saw beyond the blackness

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\n Why does life always seem to have the power

\n That it decides and chooses your future

\n Leaving you as simply the passenger hoping your seatbelt holds

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\n Who must come along to open up their eyes

\n Even when the one they try to save says they're blind

\n While they hold their eyelids shut as tight as they can

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\n Where can one truly go to accomplish their dreams

\n If they believe wholeheartedly

\n They are incapable of moving forwards without moving further backwards

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\n How does one overcome the pain of the past

\n A past they feel is so overwhelming and so pressing

\n That they believe it will forever dictate their future

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\n Many problems arise from the pit

\n Always questioning

\n Always judging

\n Always so convincingly strong

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\n Those same problems grow louder

\n Always pressing

\n Always coercive

\n Always deceiving

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\n They grow so loud; they enter into your head

\n Always critical

\n Always degrading

\n Always so damned relentless

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\n There has to be a way out

\n Has to be some key to a better tomorrow

\n Has to be some way to make life better

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\n The truth is that there is a way

\n There always has been, but in the blackness

\n It's so hard to see

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\n The key is hope

\n Hope embraces the thought

\n The belief that tomorrow will be better

\n That good times will come again if only you hold on

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\n Hope is what drives the wife to wake up in the morning

\n Dress the kids and believe that her husband will come back

\n From his deployment to war safe and healthy

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\n Without hope, there is no passion

\n Without passion, there is no desire

\n Without desire, there is no motivation

\n Without motivation, there is no progress

\n Without progress, there is nothing to look forward to

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\n Thus is the sewer that depression lives in

\n Thrives in, loves and grabs ahold of

\n Mindlessly latching on to whomever follows it down

\n Refusing to let go

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\n But hope can always be grabbed ahold of anywhere

\n An intangible thought that begs to enhance one's life

\n It may come in a friend, an event, or from your own mind's will to carry on

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\n Wherever it may come from, and whatever shape it may take

\n When problems arise and the questions in our head ask why

\n However we come to the conclusion, the who we all look for will always be

\n Hope