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Reach, What is hope?
For someone who survives each disastrous event,
I watch them die in front of me.
I could've done better, I could've saved them all,
But I couldn't.
Each empty promises gave out false hope, and I felt heavy burden.
I wish I could rewind and do what I'm supposed to do, but here I am,
Sitting frozen into the vast darkness of an empty void,
Doing nothing but grief to a survivor's guilt.
It's crazy how guilt could affect someone,
Praying nothing but to come out as a preparation for a next round in exchange.
Is life worth living now?