Hope
It may sound cliche but what are we without hope?
So many wars were founded to crush peoples hope.
Once hope is gone,loss of enthusiasm for life soon follows.
I wake up in the morning with hope that the day will be good.
That I won't fail.
Each step I take is hope that I'm moving forward not backwards.
When I bite my tongue to avoid a hit, I do it in hope that my body won't hurt as much as my soul
Hope that by the time college comes I won't be too tattered and broken to operate.
Everyday I hope that I won't have to please those who care less about me.
I hope for escape even though I'm not 100 percent when or if the things I hope for will actually show up.
That's the funny thing about hope.
You can have it snatched from you but in a deep corner of your heart, you'll still have it.
President Obama ran a presidental campaign on it.
Hitler tried to destroy it.
Both knowing the significance.
Hope is why I'm alive.
Hope.
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