inner-strength
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I remember that heavy night, rain pounding the roof like fists. It was one of those evenings. Despair hit me hard. It wrapped around my chest. It pulled me toward the dark floor. But you know what? I refused to let it drag me under, no matter how loud it roared outside. We all face
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By Joe Gacheru Life’s path often resembles a rose garden, beautiful yet guarded by sharp thorns. As we navigate these delicate blooms, the pain of their prickles can feel overwhelming, piercing our skin and leaving behind a mark that reminds us of our vulnerability. Our hearts may carry the sorrowful melody of the nightingale, a
