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I tried to brush my long brown hair out of my face as it blew in the wind as I watched the sun go down slowly behind the ridged hill in front of me about 1,000 feet away. The sky was coloured orange that was drifting into pink as the sun descended down by every minute that was passing. Not even fifteen minutes later the sun was fully about to disappear for the night. Soon the moon and billions of stars came out. The moon was so bright it had lit up the ground so you could roughly see your surroundings. After what happened about a couple of years ago, I had begun to come to this spot every day to clear my mind and pray that my life will get better. I try to convince myself that my life would get better, but I gave up after trying for so long when nothing happened. Ever since that one day... that one day changed my whole life.

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