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Hope lives here

The only thing that separated me from those who didn't make it
Is that I never lost hope.
No matter how impossible it may have seemed,
I would not believe
The dream that was placed in my heart
Would not come to fruition.
I did not accept that the universe was a cruel place
Where destiny merely blossoms for a few months
Just to fade into nothingness.

You will find
In the end
That my love
Kept hope alive
My love gave me life

I always knew the best was yet to come
And this gave me strength
To carry on
To find happiness in small moments
Where I did not have the great.

I kept my focus on me
On becoming the person I needed to be
To be worthy of receiving my dream
To be ready to receive it all
And not lose it through folly and carelessness.

I was afraid,
And still I carried on.
I was weak,
So I trained harder.
I was humbled,
And I rose up better than before.
I was hurt,
but I healed beautifully.

I was determined.
There was a fire that burned within me that I would not put out
And that made all the difference.

This is how I made it through.

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