In our hearts, there is a bud of hope,
But around it, the devil ties a rope,
And whispers with utter certainty,
That our failure is a guarantee,
But how can we shut the voices out?
Hope withers and fear starts to sprout,
And if we do not take control ,
In time, fright will take over our soul,
Let us cut the rope with scissors of grit,
water the plant with love on every bit,
Drench it wit...

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