It is true that in the ruins, even in the most devastated places, eventually a flower will grow. Does it then matter if that bloom is a rose, a weed or a polluted mutation of what it should actually be? Does it matter in what form hope takes if it provides the spark needed to carry on with life and trying? Is false hope an evil trick of the mind or a necessary must to get yourself back up onto your feet?
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2011
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