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Hope..

Hope is a "whispering" sound from the deepest inside your heart. 

 Hope is the only one that trust you when you're not believe in yourself. 

Sometimes, it's up to your heart to hear what Hope's talking. Hope is small. Just a tiny piece of  trust for the future. Once you believe in hope, you'll feel "strong". 

 Hope can last forever. -only if yoy take GOOD care of it by believing it. But it can be easily to destroy in just 1 sec. it's fragile. 

 Hope is something that never impossible! 

Hope is one of the rahmah from Allah to us. Without hope, we aren't like now. Without hope, there's no success in this life. 

Take sometime to hear what your heart's talking. maybe it's important for your future..

— Raihana Shamsul, 15.
18 February 2017, 4.15 pm, Saturday.

    hope is important to us. appreciate it by believe in it. 💝


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