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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