Chances

This is for the dreamers. For those who love and love, but don't receive any back.

This is for the weary. The miles they've ran chasing it like a butterfly.

This is for the brokenhearted and downtrodden.

This is for the pessimists.

This is for the jealous. This is for the nervous.

This is for the ones who have never experienced it.

Go for it. You'll never know what'll happen if you don't try.

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