It is dark here. It really is sad. It really does seem that there is nothing. But I have looked around. And there is one thing here that holds me. Hope. I still genuinely have it. Hope that this will pass. I hope there is still a future for me — the one I once imagined for myself. That I will get there. That the road still exists. And if there is only one road, then it cannot be lost. There is only one thing to do: survive the time. I will survive it. And it is on that belief that I build the hope.
I wrote a post today. Not about myself — about
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