"with every fluttering hope, with every sparkle of trust that dies in our hearts, so too does a small peice of our souls, slowly, slowly, untill none remains."
Depressing I know. I was watching becoming jane the other day, and it hit me how true that statement is. I came up with that by the way. I know Im supper poetic. Anyway, just think about how throughout our lives, though all of the hardships, we're slowly worn down, our hopes disgarded, or crushed. Live is missery and pain. Hope just prolongs the enevitable, and when dissapointment hits, it hurts all the more because of that hope.
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