non-existent

Because when he read fairy tales, they always had happy endings. Everything always turned out just right. Everyone would realize that they were being assholes, and they’d all become good.

And as much as he knew that couldn’t happen in reality, he still wished it would. He held on tightly to that faith, for there was nothing else to hold on to when things just felt like they couldn’t get any worse.

But now was the time. The time to tell himself that miracles would happen. And he held on with all he had, for he knew that the moment he let go would be the moment he’d fall and never find himself again.
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We shall never give up on the tiny bit of hope still left in us. Nobody’s gna stop us from getting that GwH, bitches.

The passion burns within.