I
think I am dying. In fact, I know I’m dying. I have never been anybody’s
destination, only the most essential accessory of their journey. My
appropriation has only been done by poets across the planet. Those, for who I
am of high value, have made me a part of their religion. I have existed
alongside jealousy, anger and sorrow. You will find me at the cusp of love and
fear.
- Hope
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