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By Dean

I LIVE IN HOPE. Hope is a shining beacon, a lighthouse, Guiding me through the dark waters of my empty life. Hope is a warm blanket, a shield, Protecting me from the folly of my wasted opportunities. Hope is a formless shadow, a phantom, Whispered in the darkest night with the promise of a golden sunrise. Hope is a fragile promise, a dream, That one day I will achieve, and will no longer face my life alone.

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