.:Dwindling Hope:.She clings to this dream, but as if it were water - it slowly slips from her grip.Every drop fallen, a missed opportunity. Every crack between her fingers, so out of her control. Helpless to her own undoing, she struggles to hold on.Wondering how real it all was from the beginning. Has she truly fooled herself? Is it even worth still carrying on?Letting go would simply end it all, The struggles, the helplessness and the hurt.But hope is the only thing stopping her.Like a beggar on the streets, she hopes for someone to help fill the cracks,For someone to give her the chance to overflow with opportunities once again.For someone to