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HOPE

The times were hard and grace was scarce. Broken. He fell by the roadside, on the path to new heights.

Bereaved in his cave he prayed for a ray to remove his shame. Everyday he waited by the gates of despair, burdened by fear.

It got him nowhere.

Dusk till dawn toiling, he came across a signboard one morning. Better late than never. He couldnt sleep later.

To escape from the pit. Scale your doubts please. Have faith. Raise your arms. Free.

Being scared isn't the elixir of life. To tear apart mountains, attention my dear. The day of reckoning. Is here.

Kill your fear. Walk like an heir. Free as a deer. Breath in the air, each day. You are hope.

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