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November 21, 2013

to choose, to go on hoping, that things will be well once more, one day, maybe soon, hopefully soon; to still keep the smile going, that bit more, because kindness will always be the better option, all the while in a kind of hopeless haze, vaguely understanding that things don’t make sense anymore and there’s no help for it but to push on. because kindness will always be the better option.

to hope, when the insides are tired all around, all around is confused and i am too, seems stupid,  but you know, someone better at this than i am, said there’s a God who turns things on their heads, and if that is true maybe my hope isn’t all that stupid after all. still, either belief is tiring.

there’s no help for it but to go on. it’s only the death of little things.

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