Hills and Valley
Broken? but not Forsaken, thoughts of the past pressing the mind to depression? it's just a thought, Worried about the future? it's a mystery.

On the hills pain is a gift only if you'd keep a picture of the valley, in the darkest of nights the moon becomes a mystery and in the face of the storm the rainbow is an art of mastery.
The present becomes a rhetorical question when the answers we seek are lost in the knowledge of time so live in the moment.

Let the past be a lost episode of what the present is and what the future will become because it's always darkest before dawn and it makes life beautiful.
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