Hope is what gets you out of the bed in the morning when its the day of prom and you havent been asked.
Hope pushes the caterpiller through the cacoon and drives the salmon upstream.
Your breasts may be small and your glasses may be thick but hope does not hold up a miror.
Hope is a horizon we head for leaving nothing behind us but fear and no we may never reach or goals; it is hopes that will safe us from who we once were.
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