, by Dean
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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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Posted: 2011-06-26 18:34:22 UTC |
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