ℍ𝕠𝕑𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕑𝕖 β„π•†β„™π”ΌπŸŒ„

When Hope Hits Like Lightning Some days, it's not the pain, not the past, not the people — It’s hope that strikes me the hardest. A quiet whisper that says, “What if things change?” “What if it's your time now?” “What if… you still can?” And that whisper doesn’t heal gently — It shakes me. It blasts through my numbness. It burns through the walls I’ve built around my heart. Hope isn't always soft. Sometimes, it's wild — A rebel emotion that dares me to get up, To try again, To believe, Even when life gave me every reason not to. And here I am… Triggered, trembling, alive — Blasting my life with hope, One fearless word at a time. ---

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