After marching scorching hours,
how did I end up on square one?
After seeing beautiful heights,
why do I find myself at the bottom?
After fighting with courage,
why am I still a coward?
After meeting so many,
why am I still lonely?
After experiencing every emotion,
why am I left with only pain?
After realizing life is unfair,
why do I still hope?
After knowing hope is the only way to live,
why do I stop to believe?
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