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The one that grant hath much to win, while those that penny-pinch shall harmonize with penury

Little did I know love and hate have no boundaries

I have saved and thrived, I have struggled and survived, but I fear for its worth.

All hope I lots, I will regain. All lost I find I will replace. All that I seek is peace of mind.

I am tomorrow, a dream unseen. I hope and wish you come to me, to see what you have made for you.

You’ve reached the end — for now.