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Claws sunk deep, he grips the edge, The charts are wild, his heart a wedge. Green candles soar, red ones dive, In chaos fierce, he stays alive. Eyes wide with fear, yet filled with grit, A market storm, he won’t submit. For every trader, lost or bold, HODL CAT whispers: never fold.