I've always thought of hope as a golden light, sillly I know. BUT now?! I want to bite and scratch and screech and hiss and tear some eyes out. Maybe I'll label that as my new hope.
hmm, reminds me about how I describe the soul of the city I am from.
It is something that has been disregarded and neglected for such a long time that it takes a lot of patience to see it. It is a street dog with kind eyes. It wants to be loved and appreciated but needs coaxing to accept it.
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It is something that has been disregarded and neglected for such a long time that it takes a lot of patience to see it. It is a street dog with kind eyes. It wants to be loved and appreciated but needs coaxing to accept it.
....i'll see myself out