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In unkempt sorrow, we often lie with no hope ahead, we plan to die as fear grows in strength, we suffer too for we know not what we should do. Hope may die in a sea of black, but doubting its existence allows for attack, cling to faith to fend this foe, or else depression will be allowed to sough. For as long as the sun may shine, everything can change when given time. Look to the future, and keep ambitions high for there's no reason not to try.
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
Hope
In unkempt sorrow, we often lie with no hope ahead, we plan to die as fear grows in strength, we suffer too for we know not what we should do. Hope may die in a sea of black, but doubting its existence allows for attack, cling to faith to fend this foe, or else depression will be allowed to sough. For as long as the sun may shine, everything can change when given time. Look to the future, and keep ambitions high for there's no reason not to try.
From prose I wrote: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ge6urBdYV_80TifJDwHq-Mf8mBOfulyqavkZfFVx_BQ/edit?usp=sharing
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
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