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hope is the thing with feathers who flies over the night and she brings joy and forgiveness to all who believe in her. and she is free from all the rules more than anyone else could, but she is haunted by people like death, because they are seeking for both. until today, a rose that falls in the darkness and betrayal, she changes the hope's path saving her someday and it tries, and she starts believing that love was never a straight path, it was light, darkness and a star. now the star is a million miles away freed from all roots that kept her away. now she is learning how to be, brave, clever, and free. because now the hope is up to her to change her own fate.
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 2:34 AM UTC
hope is the thing with feathers
hope is the thing with feathers who flies over the night and she brings joy and forgiveness to all who believe in her. and she is free from all the rules more than anyone else could, but she is haunted by people like death, because they are seeking for both. until today, a rose that falls in the darkness and betrayal, she changes the hope's path saving her someday and it tries, and she starts believing that love was never a straight path, it was light, darkness and a star. now the star is a million miles away freed from all roots that kept her away. now she is learning how to be, brave, clever, and free. because now the hope is up to her to change her own fate.
Jo-Bones
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 2:34 AM UTC
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