Hope
Hope can be a good thing, yet a very dangerous thing;
Stubborn as a mule yet fragile as glass.
Hope fills your mind to the brim, giving you something to cling to,
But if it is crushed, you are crushed along with it.
I wish I would not hope.
I know how this is going to go.
But I need to cling to it more desperately than anything,
For without hope, I have nothing left of you.
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