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Hope is a funny thing. Does it give me strength? Is it my weakness? It all revolves around choice. What do I choose it to be? My strength to keep going when things are tough... or that which will ultimately bring me to my knees in defeat. Life is what you choose it to be. I choose to have a good life. I choose to be strong. I had dreams once. Now I have the wonder of making new ones. Ones that parallel my old ones but are different, as I am different. Hope will make those dreams come true.