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Are you a beliver?
The kind that will hope untill everything falls apart?
The kind that nobody really seems to understand?
They say they do but did they ever hoped as much as you do?
Just once.
Waited for a smile, for a hello, for...... Them, actually.
Did they?
Waited untill the bell ring?
The bell that snatch you off your trance.
You were really hoping that they'll come see you.
But they didn't.
Like always.
Did they ever came to see you?
No.
They never did so why you're hoping?
Why you were hoping all these weeks, these months, these years, if they never did?
Because your that kind of beliver.
You're hoping for things that will never happen but they, somehow, can.
It's not like hoping for the wars to end, for the starvation to stop.
No, it can happen.
A little smile, a hello, a conversation can make it happen.
Just, "I love you" or "good weekend?" can make it happen
But not from them and not for you.
You need to fight, to ask if you want that.
Because they won't give you that so easily.
Of course not.
Yeah, you're that kind of beliver.
And I won't tell you "stop hoping, stop fighting, you're just hurting yourself."
No.
Because I won't let you down.
Hope.
Fight.
Just one thing.
Do it for the right reasons, for the right persons.
Fing the things that deserve you.
That deserve your hopefull way to live, to love and to give.