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Hope is my drug; it flows through my veins like a river. It cascades and navigates its way throughout my body, never knowing the right place to stop. It engages my blood, intoxicating it with emotions. Hope strives to the ends of my fingertips, sending its signal. It electrifies my pulses keeping me awake and alert. It is the food to my soul that keeps me sane. Hope assembles my heart, which pumps the faith that is keeping me alive.
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