It's almost winter. We had snow - now we have rain. I find coping with the difficulties of life quite hard.
Hopelessness might be better than losing hope. My dreams of a better life are becoming slowly devastated by this rain and this place I live in.
Glory is far away, out of reach, out of sight.
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