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What's a terrible day which is full of fear, worry and frustration.

Who can give me power and let me keep the faith to believe that any struggle I'm facing will be easier to conquer?
Nobody, nobody will come but myself. The most hardest thing to learn is to be a good loser. However, you do not have the right to recognize the failure before you do your best as hard as you can.

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Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.
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A strong man can save himself, a great man can save another.
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I guess it comes down to a simple choice:get busy living or get busy dying.
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