January 2011
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Correction: Hope lives on
The wall has somehow managed not to destroy Hope. Hope lives on inside of me. Is it possible that I can never destroy Hope? Or was this time just a fault, an error in its ways? I suppose Hope for this boy will never be destroyed.
It sprung up again and will continue to, I suppose.
My phone chirped. I thought it was him. Instead, a text from Alert MCPS, informing me of the ice warning that...
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R.I.P. Hope
How can I wish when I know that it will never happen. Hope can’t come when there’s no way it can live.
Every 11:11 that I see I make a wish. With every four leaf clover, every dandelion ever blown, 105 birthday candles I have blown out into smoke, every lucky penny I’ve found, and for each time my necklace chain has hit the pendant—I have made the same wish.
It...