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And the thoughts flipped again, perpetuating the muddling of mind.

Once again the brain ordered the heart to take a step back.

All the hopes of change and victory were sedated and left unconscious in a gloomy corner somewhere.

Again the rationale took over the vagueness of a dream, and the practicality of the situation was weighed upon.

All the evidence and examples were collected and debated on, and again the voice in my head repressed the whisper in my heart.

I recognize the power of facts and believe in proof. I am not a romantic.

But I know it for sure, that the tenacious hope will raise its head soon, and once more the cycle would repeat.