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When the universe conspires against you and your will When every bit of logic seems to be non-existent And when you're tired. So tired that you can barely breathe without thinking about it. There's still hope. For it is the last thing you'll ever lose.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
Hope
When the universe conspires against you and your will When every bit of logic seems to be non-existent And when you're tired. So tired that you can barely breathe without thinking about it. There's still hope. For it is the last thing you'll ever lose.
nirali-shah
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
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