Hope.
It is a dangerous word.
A word I don’t believe in, anymore. Hope: the once most exciting, hungry word, has turned me into a cold untrusting criminal, that believes in such a word and is later shot at when it is snatched away. Hope, is forever a luxury that is too dangerous to afford.
Hannah Sullivan
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- Category: Reflection
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Many have lost that vision of hope in a hope hungry world. It is still there though.
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