Hope mutates.
A thousand different ways I was swept away by promise.
A hundred different ways I dared hope.
A handful of moments in which I dreamed.
A singular moment in which I fell.
Tension, measured in hours, exploding and contracting as the seconds ticked away.
A hundred ways in which I hurt.
A thousand cuts, minuscule but exacting.
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