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 The Hope Of My Life (Nov. 26, 2016) |
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KyandCassia
What is I ask small and fantastic about a world where my dreams don't even come when I sleep. I wish I could believe that there is truly good in all things.
I am trying to hold onto my own story that I am writing—the one where dreams are as numerous as the stars, but my hope is fading so fast. I want to move away and start fresh, and look to the hope that I once built.
Have you ever read the book by Ally Condie? It's called Matched. I like The Notebook as well. This helps me keep my hope alive. But I hate feeling like I am a dirty secret of someone's. Maybe this is my own karma coming back to bite me in my own butt. I don't know. Maybe the despair I feel is what will one day break me into a thousand pieces no one can fix.
Sometimes I use distractions to pass my time because the pain I undergo of losing everything I have ever held dear is too much to bear.
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