Up and down, the prices fly,
A rollercoaster in the sky.
With every risk and every chance,
The stock market leads its endless dance.
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The First Hairline Cracks
The first cracks never look like cracks. They don’t arrive with drama or warning. They don’t announce themselves as danger. They hide inside the very things that feel like power — speed, clarity, momentum, capability. That’s why they’re so easy to miss. That’s why they’re so dangerous.
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