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I often think and hope in hopeless hope
For some forgotten tunnels to escape ,
In darkened corridors of mind, I grope
For, freedom, from the life’s perpetual rape.

When, no escape I find from cruel strife
Which so remorseless hammers at my guts ,
I come to understand that this is life,
And quietly check my useless ifs and buts.

I make amends for all my gutless days
By firm decision. Hope to end all this
And spend my after – life in peaceful bays
Where rule the gentle waves, eternal bliss.

But if have even then no peace of mind
What method of escape then shall I find?

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