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As I lie on the ground, gazing at the black sky

lit up by nothing but spots of white

depression fills my heart

the thought of hope is long gone

the bright white stars start to form a cross

in the sky

depression starts to leave me

hope comes back to life

I scream questions that are yet to be answered

I am only met with the echoes of my voice

I thought the battle was over,

yet again my sense of hope is gone