“My hope has been shattered so many times that I can’t even see the pieces anymore. Except now, I don’t want those pieces. I don’t want to risk picking them up again. They hurt too much. Cutting, slicing, wounding.”
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Evelyn Flood,
Glass
“Hope is a delicate thing. Like glass. So delicate that once it shatters, it will never be the same again. My hope has been shattered so many times that I can’t even see the pieces anymore.”
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Evelyn Flood,
Glass