| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Why is it so hard for me to imagine that someone could care enough, that I would be worthy enough for someone to love me and want to help?***Hope.HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
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