The last poem of this book

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Like love and problems always comes to a end.

And money and prizes won't always make you feel like you've truly won.

Like things that are constantly in your life may cease to exist. Whatever it may be.

But hope is still there and it'll set you free. It's in all walks of life. Big or small. Plants to animals to humans, so on.

Keep an eye out for good things. Because they will come to you someday.



















My last entry in this book because it has come to an end. Thanks so much for reading. I hope I'll write one again.


















 I hope I'll write one again

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