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New Hope
I’ve walked through fire burned down to ash watched every dream turn into trash Hope slipped my fingers like water, like sand I ...
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Dear Journal, Here I am again, in a moment of introspection, confronting the relentless waves of my journey. It seems, in a bitt...
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Life feels like it's slipped through my fingers, leaving me questioning where it all went wrong. Despite my intentions to do...
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