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A fire in the words
Sent my struggles in a tailspin blur
The calm veneer hid successfully the smirk
At the detractors mirth.
Bound tight by goals
The lines of destiny foretold
A dream has been on the hold
It's just begun to unfold.
There will be sacrifices indeed
In the long tiring strides of dedication deep
A symphony of tenacity plays
And so go the days.
A vision of what we want
Makes hard-work seem like a song
The highs and lows and skips
Makes success worth it!
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