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Hat Tip- #1

We dream without knowing whether tomorrow's sun will rise for us,
We walk on the path without realizing what barrier awaits us next.
Undettered we move on, crossing every barricade,
Over the mountain, towards the zenith, grasping whatever is laid.
We wander pursuing what is unknown
And on this path we roar and moan,
Harsh words will prick your soul
But stay determined to your ultimate goal.
Treasure everything that comes your way
Think out of the box and make it stay.
Life is a battle meant for you to win
So fight it with a thicker skin.

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