Help Others Prosper Everyday
How can I move forward
Over small hills or large mountains.
Piled on me are the trials and temptations
Eating away at my weary mind.
However,
Other people struggle all the time,
Probably worse than I have or ever will.
Even though they live in terrible circumstances,
Hurting, barely scraping by,
Others come to their aid.
People persevere and hold dear to one thing.
Empowered by the mentality of. . .
Hope
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