Oct 10
"Will I make it?"
the heart cries.
A thousand tries,
yet still, I fall.
"Should I lower my expectations?"
it whispers.
"No, not over until you win,"
the mind insists,
like night cradles the sky;
light will come soon.
the heart cries.
A thousand tries,
yet still, I fall.
"Should I lower my expectations?"
it whispers.
"No, not over until you win,"
the mind insists,
like night cradles the sky;
light will come soon.
To those chasing their dreams, remember: there's always light at the end of the tunnel for those who remain true to their hard work and dedication.
(17/F/rainy forest)
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