The wind is blowing. I'm sat here, on the roof of this empty house, watching this empty street. Every little thing seems so calm and peaceful and sometimes people walk by and wave at each other. And apparently there's not too much going on. But there are some people whose life isn't as simple as it may seem. They get hurt, they cry. They fight for better opportunities, for a better life, for change. And, no matter how things get worse, they keep positive and they keep their struggle.
And that's something to be really proud of, never giving up.
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