The ballad of the hope

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I can’t, and I’m not caring; when the fear substitutes the trust, when the injustice and the irrational cruelty substitute the love: all that’s left, is misgiving and apprehension.
To follow the path my dreams showed me, I left a part of myself behind, maybe my own life: I did bet my own life and I lost.
I can’t be blamed anymore if I don’t trust: when the fear and the bitterness is all that’s left.