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Difficult

The Universe conspires to make it difficult.

Borders close and stay closed for months.

Car engines blow up, and work piles up

like the garbage that it is.

But

it is the belief, the struggle

the willingness to fight for what and who

you believe in

that makes it

worth it.

Because the Universe makes it difficult

to let us appreciate

those who appreciate

us.

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