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but pretty pessimist.
Whan I don’t see optmistic things happen.
I’m kinda in a mist,
I don’t rely on hope,
too abstract, to create a rope.
What Can I do, then?
can I foce? Nope.
Maybe I could ask the Pope.
I hope everything could get better:
“is not that bad”; I say to myself,
but I know the first thing, and the latter.
So what Can I say?
Do I live hoping for the best,
or expecting the worst?
It always ahppens at the same time,