Amidst the ruins of broken dreams coupled with great lengths of deprivation, the boundaries between hope and reality blur. What began as hope - a hope for change, for turn around maybe even for a surprise; as the day goes by they wither and die, until there is nothing left but desolace and wasteland.
Every passing year was a hope for change. "Maybe this is the year Legend would show up, and finally!" but then the pain of reality sinks in. Each passing year is lengthens the deprivation period. Each time hope is dashed, each time more dreams shatter, is just reinforces that for some - there are no happy endings, and this one has to accept.
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