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When missing you became a fact, life became fiction. The written account of a Tessa Elizabeth MacMurchy, a figment of imagination.
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some reaaaally smart / talented / beautiful person once wrote this,
and it gave me hope ..
don't give up hope
There is hope.
Deep down inside of the ittie bittie space of your broken heart.
Shining brighter than all of the bitter red,
never to be snuffed out by miscomtempt.
There is hope,
even when the smell of abuse and bruises fill your nose,
when the look of alcohol fills the spaces of your brain
and when tomorrow seems like a year away.
There is hope.
When the white moon shines brighter than the black sky,
illuminating the world around with a pale light.
And the tears-creating salt marks-slide down the clearest of faces,
and the knife of bitter fear is only a space away,
When it feels like the last option is nothing more than a black death,
There is hope.
Hold onto it,
don't let it fade away.
This hope is enough to bring smiles for one more day,
laughter for one more hour.
To bring God back into a condemned soul and life into a breathless body.
This hope is enough to bring love into a hateful world,
full of deceit and worry.
This is hope.
-tessa macmurchy :)
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