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Down in the Dumps

Most days you wish your life was done.
You’re broken, defeated, and overcome.
Each waking hour more challenging than the last.
Moments of weakness… emotions consistently masked.

There is sadness stirring within,
Reflecting on where your life has been, where your life is going.
You feel alone, no hope in sight. And all you feel is helplessness.
Each moment a struggle masked by crying with the roaring rain.

Is there really a rainbow after the rain?

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