How battered, so to speak, can one be, that when hope shows up, one is distrusting appearance even more?
What way of conduct is that when one plays "this is what it has always been", thinks "how long before it strikes again", and yet hopes "this is the day when everything finally comes together"?
How to keep to hope, be prepared for the cinical prediction, and yet be serene?
Is someone going to have a certain physiological thing in a few days time?
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