:: hope ::
This is the longest life I've lived.
Each day piles onto day, creating years,
And now I'm twenty-four years full of days.
They say this one, the one I'm living in,
Is all I can put hope in,
But there's something loose inside me
And it's screaming to me --
Free yourself: the end of hope is hell;
Hold tightly to your dreams. Fly.
Each day piles onto day, creating years,
And now I'm twenty-four years full of days.
They say this one, the one I'm living in,
Is all I can put hope in,
But there's something loose inside me
And it's screaming to me --
Free yourself: the end of hope is hell;
Hold tightly to your dreams. Fly.
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