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\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

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\n That life is not a mountain

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\n One must struggle to climb up

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\n When does the realization hit

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\n That control is just within your grasp

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\n If only you saw beyond the blackness

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\n Why does life always seem to have the power

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\n That it decides and chooses your future

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\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

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

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\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

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\n If they believe wholeheartedly

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\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

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

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\n That they believe it will forever dictate their future

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\n Many problems arise from the pit

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\n Always questioning

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\n Always judging

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\n Always so convincingly strong

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\n Those same problems grow louder

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\n Always pressing

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\n Always coercive

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\n Always deceiving

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

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\n Always critical

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\n Always degrading

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\n Always so damned relentless

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\n There has to be a way out

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\n Has to be some key to a better tomorrow

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\n Has to be some way to make life better

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\n The truth is that there is a way

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\n There always has been, but in the blackness

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\n It's so hard to see

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\n The key is hope

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\n Hope embraces the thought

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\n The belief that tomorrow will be better

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\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

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

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\n From his deployment to war safe and healthy

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\n Without hope, there is no passion

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\n Without passion, there is no desire

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\n Without desire, there is no motivation

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\n Without motivation, there is no progress

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

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\n Thus is the sewer that depression lives in

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\n Thrives in, loves and grabs ahold of

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\n Mindlessly latching on to whomever follows it down

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\n Refusing to let go

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\n But hope can always be grabbed ahold of anywhere

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

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\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

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

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

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\n Hope

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