“I still cling to the small hope that things
will turn out better than how I expect it to be.
But every single day, crumbs are being taken, stolen
from that small quantity of hope.
How I wish I won’t completely lose it.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
