Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And starts tweeting in your ear when you're in meetings you couldn't care less about, and throws its seeds around until they get into everything you own, and is always there no matter what else you're thinking about, tweet fuckin tweet TWEET TWEET.
I am trying not to be afraid of this small feathered thing. I know it can hurt me, it's hurt many people. But maybe just now I can enjoy its presence, without trying unduly to protect myself.
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