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“I dream despite depression, despite skies of gray. I dream despite these thoughts of not living another day. I suffered, I loved, I fought – If given a chance to be born again, I’ll take it without an afterthought. Because to live is to experience beauty and hope even when tragedy and misery is everywhere. In my loneliest hours comes the yellowest flowers, Faith sings “I love you there.” and I believe, my friend, that despair is not the end. Despair is the beginning of creating hope, more hope – To color the rainbow. To sing sweet songs to the hopeless. For hopelessness is a hope that is not full but it doesn’t mean the complete absence of it. Hope is a little thing but it is everything. Hope is a little thing but how it gives demons wings. Hopefulness is when the love we feel for possibilities reaches up to the heavens. and in the inferno of my life I wanted to end it all. But I dreamed despite depression. I still dream, every day, always. Even a single season of joy is worth a hundred seasons of grief. and I am the warmth in the fall.”