| Despair is a death sentence.
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| Once you stop believing… that’s it, you’re dead.
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| That’s just the way things are. |
| It’s guaranteed.
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| Once that belief has gone, you might as well end it yourself.
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| Twist a screwdriver through the belly of the console
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| And headbutt your way to freedom.
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| Because at least, that would be quick — some respite
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| From the slow, lingering death of the hopeless
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| For weeks now, it seemed to me,
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| That that’s what the tiny beeping blip
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| On the scanner had been to us; |
| a reason to hope.
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| A reason to keep going.
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| Day by day, that little blinking light was getting closer.
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| When it first came into view, we dared to picture redemption,
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| Enough fuel to last a lifetime…
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| Maybe even human contact.
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| That little innocuous dot kept us believing that,
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| Even in this vacuum, this great black desert,
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| There might still be life |