12. Hope


Billions of people living

on this planet

Billions of objects

to keep one occupied

Yet I’ve found

none

no one

to live for.

Except for these books

my diary and my pen;

my real friends

my only treasure

nothing else will remain.

So if you find me dead someday

either bury them with me

or give it to someone

who needs a hope to live.

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