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Hope--> River both can dry up, or flood with hope or water.

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1. Both collect off of other things.

2. They branch off of other things.

3. It only takes a little to spoil the whole thing.

4. They have a source, or a foundation, that they thrive on.

5. They are both needed to survive.

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“We mustn’t give up hope, even now as the sword swings over our heads. So taught our sages…” (Wiesel 31)

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Suffering

All I feel is pain

Pain is my only sensation

Dread and sorrow are my only emotions

I am nothing

I see everything but I am not seen

I scream but I am not heard

I cry but I am not consoled

I am pathetic

My sins have driven me here

My want for love brought this upon me

My desire for happiness has betrayed me

I am useless

I have lost all that I care about

I have lost all the good inside me

I have been consumed by a sickening darkness

I have fallen into my suffering
-LadyDubhArdaigh from all poetry.com

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“Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust.” (Wiesel 32)

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“The Red Army was racing toward Buna:  it was only a matter of hours.  We were quite used to this kind of rumor.” (Wiesel 80)

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Hope can run dry without a source to keep it going.

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“The cherished objects we had brought with us thus far were left behind in the train, and with them, at last, our illusions” (Wiesel 27)