In The Lonely Hour
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In that hour, that very sad depressing hour when you sit there alone thinking to your self,
"What is my purpose in
Life if I I can't enjoy it?
Why does my
Life repeat with me ending up lonely?
Why do I have to cry my self to sleep every night?
Why can't I live life with meaning in life?
Why can't I make friends?
In The Lonely Hour don't give up on life
Make a change in life because God gave you life for a reason
In life you need to find that reason.
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