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C H E E S E

C H E E S E

C H E E S E

C H E E S E

C H E E S E

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How could you ever forget that face? When you had nowhere to go, no one to save you, but they lifted you off the floor like they'd raised the whole world above their heads before, and every speck of cruelty in that world simply fell off their shoulders as if it were nothing but dust.

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WE STAN JOE BIDEN WE HATE CORN POP

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I laid there, my legs smashed under boulders. My bones crushed under millions of pounds. My vision blurs under the blood loss but in the distance, i see him. My savor, I was saved. I watched as he made his way to me, as he reached me, he bent down, placing a hand on my cheek. I weakly smiled as i rested into his hand.

"You poor soul, crushed without any way out" His words shocked me, made my heart ache. He then started to walk away, to leave me under this rubble to die.

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You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope. Their face in all of its seemingly god like glory etched into your memory. It's the first thing you see when you wake up, and the last thing you think about just before your last breath. What they say about your life flashing before your eyes isn't completely true. While yes you see moments from your life, it will always be those moments when you thought hope had run dry, until you see that face.

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"You can never forget the face of the person who was your last hope. Their face lingers in your mind, a ghost of what once was. You long for the youthful, optimistic feeling you once had. But is now left in the dust of nostailgia and the creases between your eyes."

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My hands tremble as my mouth turns dry. "The last face I saw..." I can feel the sting of red in my eyes, it flows up almost like a volcano getting ready to erupt. "His face was as old as the desert sand. So dry it grew a pasty white alongside his hair. And his eyes... blue as the summer skies..." Katniss pauses and whispers a quiet "who was it?.." I respond, "Joe Biden".

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I sit there in agony, as the fire begins to consume me. The last thing I see, the face of the one who betrayed me. The person I believed was my last hope. The man that I loved. As I close my eyes I see his face one last time before taking my final breathe.

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The world was crumbling around us, all the things we loved, all the things we hated, it all seemed so pointless now. The sky glowed a crimson red as everything shattered. I look over to you, my first and only love, you will be the last thing I will ever look at. I will never forget the face of the person who last gave me hope.

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The face of someone that was your last hope can never be forgotten. They saw you at your worst and helped you through it. This face was torn with sorrow, but it was filled with hope. That hope was what saved you.

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You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope. Like a mother will never forget her child, like your body will never forget a scar, like the dead will never forget their last breath. Every detail of them is tattooed on the back of your eyelids so you can see it every time you sleep.

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you dont forget the face of the person who was your last hope. there face is engrained in your mind, all you can think about at night is the way they cared for you.

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You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope. The utter disappointment of what could've been.

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Their image will forever echo in your mind. The way the wind flowed through their hair, the sun reflected off their eyes..every last detail of that moment. They would glow, like a guardian angel sent down from heaven just for you.

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When you die, you die, heh, kid, you lost--- never foget 20/20/2020

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You never forget the face of your last hope. You can never get the face out of your mind, it implants itself, and you can see it when you close your eyes. That face is what you always find yourself returning to, no matter what good or bad they did to you, because they were hope.

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"You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope," the girl says on TV. She's another contestent for the Hunger Games... or was she the winner? It doesn't matter to me. I personally do not care who she is, but what she said irks me. Hope? Hope is for cowards who do not have the strength to take their own destiny. I have never needed such stupid notions, nor have I needed the ugly faces of humanity to keep going.

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"You never-NEVER- forget the face of the person who was your last hope," she sobbed violently, clutching at my arm as if she was lost at sea, and I was her life raft.

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"You will never forget the face of the person who was your last hope," they said reminiscing about their past, "Never."

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Sometimes that face isn't one that you would expect. The first thought that would come to mind is kind and gentle, soft edges and meaningful smiles. The face of my last hope was harsh and cold, wrinkles sharpening their constant glare as their hatred for me seeped through every pore.

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You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope. You remember it, eternally. It's ingrained in your mind. Sometimes because it's the last thing you ever see, and sometimes because it helps you see more beyond it.

This is Josiah btw :)

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