the bitter reality of life- sometimes the hope in your heart, gets trapped inside. You can not share it with anyone, nor can you express it.
You keep thinking about it day and night, and woefully, it dies its own death. A slow, silentious, mournful death.
and while you agonize over its death, you 'hope' for its reincarnation.
--------had I known, I would have saved this hope--------------------
Just like that
15 years ago
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