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Hope


It's the crutch that keeps me stable when my knees are buckling down

It's the mold that seals me in when my drive is spilling out

It's the voice that whispers gently "there's nothing to worry about"

It's what is often lost but always can be found

It's hope.

And without it, I'd most certainly drown.

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