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Hope. What is hope? Some may say hope can be defined as a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. Others may see it as excuse to keep doing something that makes no sense. But, there are some that define hope as something else, something far different for that of expectation You see, hope is not a physical substance that can be obtained It is earned It is earned through work, hard work It is earned through tears, many tears It is earned though love, unending love For me, I see hope as the light at the end of the tunnel But I also see it as the preacher that pays me my last respects Its the cool breeze that made us hold each other close that day on the pear But its also the wind that blew the leaves from trees But yet, still here you and I remain Hoping for the future Hoping that you and I will work But my dear, maybe its time to give up on hope Maybe its time to start going on something a little more prevalent We shoot for the stars why not dream like them eh? Our heads are in the clouds already, and Alpha Centauri is only but  4.37 light years away :) Now ill ask you again, what is hope? You tell me
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
Hope
Hope. What is hope? Some may say hope can be defined as a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. Others may see it as excuse to keep doing something that makes no sense. But, there are some that define hope as something else, something far different for that of expectation You see, hope is not a physical substance that can be obtained It is earned It is earned through work, hard work It is earned through tears, many tears It is earned though love, unending love For me, I see hope as the light at the end of the tunnel But I also see it as the preacher that pays me my last respects Its the cool breeze that made us hold each other close that day on the pear But its also the wind that blew the leaves from trees But yet, still here you and I remain Hoping for the future Hoping that you and I will work But my dear, maybe its time to give up on hope Maybe its time to start going on something a little more prevalent We shoot for the stars why not dream like them eh? Our heads are in the clouds already, and Alpha Centauri is only but  4.37 light years away :) Now ill ask you again, what is hope? You tell me
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kriss-truelove
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
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