Last Hope
I feel I've grown much too fast.My childhood too short did last.
I saw death and misery
early in elementary.
Picked on, laughed at, left behind
-a shy child stuck in her mind.
And so hard did I believe
I'd become all I can conceive.
Now I feel I've reached the end.
I am nothing. I've accomplished naught.
The fires of Hell must be so hot.
Yet I cannot forfeit my little hope
that a little longer with me He'll cope.
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