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Story of the Broken Hopefuls: 
Part 1: The Doomed Beginning. 



All is well with him
The sky's the limit 
Your heart flutters
And you think it's just the beginning

The door is open but you're afraid to walk in it
He stands next to you
With not a scar or an ounce of shame in him
He smiles
Trust me, he says. Just walk within. 
Leap of FAITH! he yells as he holds your hand and jumps through it. 

You scream, no! I'm not ready!
As you grip the frame that keeps you from landing. 
You dangle there oh so afraid. 
He hangs, still holding your hand. 

He looks down at the meadows and the streams. 
The joy so beautiful and clean
Just waiting for both of you with glee

He looks up and shouts...
Please, trust me! Let go! Jump in!
It'll be scary at first but we'll both make it!
I'll hold you tight and it will all be ok!
Just look down at all that's waiting to be taken!

You grip the frame so tight
The only life line in your sight
I can't! You don't understand, I'm broken!
I'll never make it to land!

Please, he begs, let go... I'm here and I'm also afraid, but we can do it! 
Jump and we will never land!
We'll glide, maybe even fly!

You look down into his eyes
The joy that once filled them, gone
Replaced by tears
He's begging but you can see
He's afraid of the dream

The gears are moving within them
The doubt, the fear, the shame
You yell.. ok! As a whirlwind of pain chills 
the air. 
I'll try! I'll take the leap!

An insincere smile fills his face
His eyes...
Still so sad...

You let go with your eyes closed and fall
But as you do you feel a sudden pull

You look around in a daze
Still there, hanging in the cliff just beyond the door
I don't get it, you say. 
I finally let go. Where are the meadows?
Where are the streams?
Where is the joy that was promised to me?

You look up and there he is.. the one. 
The one that begged you to jump
There he is holding that same frame for dear life. 

Tears fill your eyes and only one word manages to squeeze so painfully through your windpipe...
...why?

He looks back in shame and with a cold glare says...
I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, I can't. 
It's just too late...

He lets go and the room darkens as you fall. 
(To be continued)
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