My hopes are almost gone.
Discussion
It could be as hard to call an end of a hope such as much would be hard to call its beginning...
We do inhabit hopes... the much and better we could do is to decorate them
don't make me cry.
I can't stand poetry in these delicate moments; every sentence I read reminds me of the hairs on Jack's testicles.
Please be restrained because I'm feeling hurt.