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Belief is a powerful thing for us. As a child, you believe that the colour green is much better to draw with than red because green is the colour of sun-dappled moss, of that lovely dress you've seen your mother smile in. As a teenager you believe that smoking is cool, that lung cancer will never affect you because you're more than invincible, and maybe somewhere deep inside you believe that hell is worth it. As an adult you believe in the value of gold, and you think that bigger houses and bigger cars can make up for the desperate silence at 3am. As you lie in the last years of life, you believe in memories that will last forever, in journals that hold your secrets and that for all your beliefs, you've never lost hope.