In our darkest hour, The last thing left, Is our supply of hope. *** Hold on to that tightly, And never let it go. *** No matter how deep, The hole around you is, Keep the glimmer of hope. *** From that small spark, A lot of good can come. *** Repeat after me, I am worthy of hope, And my hopes are valid.
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