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hope is the loveliest lie we ever believed— a bird with bruised wings still trying to fly in a sky that doesn’t want it.   it sings when...

when the world breaks you, you keep going— not because you’re strong, but because somewhere a sliver of light still calls your name.  ...

they told her to let go—   that dreams were fragile things,   meant to be outgrown and forgotten.   but she, stubborn soul, held on.  ...