Hopeless

Picture a single candle in the middle of a big black room.
There is no more oxygen left, but it still keeps on burning.
The little flame is fragile, but oh so strong. The light it gives is nowhere near to reach out to the edges of the room, but it is something. It’s something to hold on to, something to believe in.
It is hope. And suddenly someone blew it out.

Hopeless.

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