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Conservation of Worth

Can hopes be destroyed if they are microscopic to the point of invisibility? What if they stop being created altogether?

 

Maybe hopes cannot be created nor destroyed; they just exist -- attach onto you, like parasites, and, once you realize they have been there, hoarding your energy, they leave you, leaving a hole in your soul.

 

However, quite possibly, these parasitic hopes do not leave us; maybe, they, like all matter, merely change form -- the hole in our souls becoming a dwelling for this new form: utter despair.

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rebekah-wilson
27 / F
Published
May 6, 2013
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2020: Hope is amazing. Don’t listen to this idiot.

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