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I played my little drama,
Just me and myself,
Anxiously waiting at the railway station
- but Godot never came.
Who said we should keep fighting?
Who said it's not good to give it up?
I must choose another path.
Because to regain your hope
You must stop hoping,
To find your strength
You must stop looking for it
In yourself.