Hope Makes My Every Breathe


Hope is not a guarantee that tomorrow’s pain would vanish or that it would never come.
Hope is something that locks me with pain in fact, eternally, but tells me that I’d stand undeterred when the wave eventually hits me.

Hope is not a medicine that heals,
Nor is it a weapon that I can use to parry away evil forces.

Hope is but the very breathe that allows me to live.

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