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Is it possible? This new dawn to wake upon? To build all thee shallow hope onto? Maybe.., maybe not, why not try then? Sure we’ll have broken hearts and shadowed trust, in trusting hope, but the hell we are broken, we are down? Why the hell not hope again although it kills us? Try again, although we’ll lose? After all let’s gamble, and whatever comes out, comes out. 
Let’s hope or perhaps look forward to better things, although they would never be, the pleasure of their thought give us temporary happiness, so why not treasure this little delight while we have it? 
Yes we are fragile, we are strong, we are hopeless, we are hopeful, we are afraid, we are fearless. It’s all this run around, going back and worth; doubt and regret follows us around, fear and anxiety strikes us again. But we are human.
We can trust again although we have been betrayed various times, we can love again although we have been heart broken, soul beaten, after all we did cry, we did consume the water of our soul over and over, thinking it’ll do us a little good or not thinking at all, just crying, easing, or although straining us, we do it. 
After all this, this crying, this loving, this betraying, this losing, this lying, this fearing, this ever-all tiring living, we go back to our source, our creator, our guide, our merciful God, we all call upon him, asking forgiveness and strength. Crying in his name, tears of tiredness, of misery, of pleading, of salvage, we give him our all, we drop everything, and pray, cry, pray, ask him “Oh God, all merciful, when all thy people left us, betrayed us, we have none to come back to, oh save us, oh love us, we have none other than you” 
And we repeat this over and over, crying once more, then falling, our tears they exhaust us, consume us, we close our eyes, and as The Merciful casts mercy upon us, we sleep, we die, then after a while, we wake up again with new eyes, new skin, new thoughts, a sense of comfort is wrapped within us; we are eased “Thank You, Oh God” we whisper.
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