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Hope: My little Light

Just when you thought it was going to end,
A litte glimmer of hope shines in
the dull crevace of your despair.
It grows and fills the surrounding air.
Till everyone is breathing pure positiveness.
Till it suffocates the saddness out of your life.
That little thing called hope.





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