In the eyes of what we see, there seemed lies a glitter of hope. Hope, which is so elusive, yet so exclusive. Hope, it's so shiny, yet so dull. Something so helpful, but when use in the wrong context, could be potent. Hope against hope, and you're so dead. But if you rely and hope with hope, you're helpless, and vulnerable. Oh, this world is such a cold, unfeeling place.
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