Everyday I struggle to reach the top of the hill;
Scratches, bruises on my body bear the witness of the journey;
'You are not alone', I shout from the top of the hill;
Someone from the far replies back;
I smile and come down with a hope that tomorrow i have to come,
The unknown face is waiting to hear my voice;
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