When I woke up the next morning, I felt the still atmosphere envelope me in it's silence.
I hobbled out of bed, the rays of sunlight lighting up the room, reminding me..
Of the hope. The hope. The hope.
Reminding me that I would never let go. Never. Until I lost hope.
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Hope
Ficción GeneralI don't want to give up. My soul's still struggling. But my body, my weak, thin body, is holding me back from believing. Believing that I'm me, and no one can change it.
