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โ โ โ โ ๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ
โ โ โ โ โ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ?
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โ โ โ โ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ฌ
โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ
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I don't have much experience with hope. So I have to take your word for it.
But. . . If hope is such a childish thing, then why do so many people believe in it? Is it because its so resilient? That it overcomes despair?
When I was being conditioned to be as normal as possible. The one pulling the strings always used to say hope was a fickle mistress. So easily crushed under the weight of reality.


















