LXXII
THEY say tomorrow is another day. And as it is another day, it is also another chance to live with a hope for a change. That hope should be enough to continue and live your life. That promise should be enough to at least not succumb to loneliness and failure and fear ― even if it could be the realest thing you are ever feeling. But if today is spent with down shoulders and a tired sigh, would that promise of tomorrow even matter? Will it even forgive if your tomorrow is just another tiring day? Exhaustion for Carlos meant self-doubt. It meant questions and what ifs that are almost like regrets that are starting to sit heavily on him. His heart is now chickening out. He could not continue because he is not sure of anything anymore. He could go on even without a way with determination. He c
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