I have hope.
I hold onto hope.
I love hope.
I need hope.
I want more hope.
I don't want to let hope go.
So why?
Why do you pick me up?
Why do you give me hope when you just take it away?
Please tell me...please.
I need my hope to live.
Your my hope.
So why did you leave?
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