[[*A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one's work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face; the warmth and wonder of a loving heart*]]
- "The Plague" by Albert Camus
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Every street is dark And folding out mysteriously Where lies the chance we take to be Always working Reaching out for a hand that we can't see Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Invitation to the last dance Then it's time to leave But that's the price we pay when we deceive One another She opens up for free Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me Look at the talkbox in mute frustration At the station There hides the cowboy His campfire flickering on the landscape That nothing grows on But time still goes on And through each life of misery Everybody's got a hold on hope It's the last thing that's holding me
-"Hold on Hope" (Guided by Voices)
I want to believe that I can make it through this. I really do.
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