The tiny pinpricks of hope are like light. When the sun shines, the luck turns for the better, they invade the darkness like a spear of life. All you need is a crack, to let them through. The darkest room can have the tiniest of the tiniest holes on its rotting walls, and passing through it will be that ray of light, and within it, the dust particles sparkle like gold. It will make you soar, the very sight, it will take you to the stars. The stars shine right in front of you and the beam is your universe. You can float too, a tiny speck of gold on a black canvas. The blacker the sky, the brighter you shine.
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Bittersweet.
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