Keep finding “tomorrow” and, in one of them, there is destined to be the thing you wait for.
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Dear, Still Hoping
Tag: trust
Sometimes, life feels like a dead-end. Stagnant. “Where the heck is life?” you ask, numbly, sitting on the edge of your bed.
Friend, let me pick up your face with a little light and love:
Read on ❤
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