Nothing ever works in his favor. Not one card he can use to make a decent hand. Always dealt the lows sliding in the midriff. He began the year with such enthusiasm, and as the world kept grating his hopes, his faith started dwindling. Downward. Casting him in bed, where he'd lay forever. Dreaming big dreams, singing big songs, and yet nothing physically makes sense. So each coming day, less hope is made and less hope is projected. However, little by little, life has quite a sense of humor to remind a person to get back on his or her feet. The truth is, we get the wind knocked out of us, however, like video games, there are endless retries. Life is a game. His stamina may be low, manna maybe, but there's always a do over. At least that's what I think.
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