The overwhelming pressure of that romantic illusion. Fate hardly matters. You adapt to believe there is an absolute one for you.
Full Of Hope
I had an overwhelming desire - a compulsion - to be full of hope.
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The overwhelming pressure of that romantic illusion. Fate hardly matters. You adapt to believe there is an absolute one for you.
I had an overwhelming desire - a compulsion - to be full of hope.