hope

hope is what we only have which we can only boast of all that make life what it is are far fetched and our desire to live a life is but a dream having no end yet we keep hoping it shall be well with us. Yesterday we hope tomorrow will be better but today is the tomorrow we hoped for yesterday yet we cannot see the better side of it though we think tomorrow shall come with things we will never hope for again but tomorrow is always the day that has no end to our hope and pursuit.

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