There I was, doing something which came from within, something about which nothing was artificial or obligatory. This, I had imagined, I would never be able to do again.
By now its obvious that I do not intend to be absolutely lucid about what I am talking about, but hopefully the people for whom this is written will understand.
I live for my dreams and am grateful to get back the shattered pieces of my life, joined together by some invisible glue. Though, chances are that I may once again find myself biting the dust, its worth a try. What is life without hope......................its kind of a drug for a dreamer.
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"Hope is a good thing, perhaps the best of things... and good things never die..."
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