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Hope is like a sturdy and secure branch,
hanging over quicksand and just out of touch. Inspiring a desperate fight for survival, right up until the final empty clutch. Hope is a cruel, yet welcome necessity, something I need, just to reach tomorrow. Disappointed every time it fails to deliver, I'm sinking in my own self-pitying sorrow.
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