Poem no. II

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Life itself can be sometimes hard
especially when you haven't been given the card
or even the guideline to succeed
nor any hope left to be freed.

But don't give up on me my friend
'cause this is not our very end.

We can live
and we'll survive
because you give
me the strenght to my life.

Enjoy the little things
of every day,
don't pull strings
and then you may
find out it's worth it.

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