Same routine day after day.
Placing hope in a tomorrow always promised.
Ignore intuition, information, holding onto vapor.
Years of inaction in every word they say.
You are a crutch, a trophy of what is good enough.
Resigned to a placeholder in life.
Broken spirit from coercion that makes you feel small.
Existing but never alive, flame of hope they did snuff.
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