Don't Stop
The sweet smell of vicory,
the roar of the crowd after the winning basket, goal, or shot,
the pats on the back,
the high fives at the finish line.
If all you could do was keep on keepin on,
and you knew all of that was at the end,
why stop?
Don't just reach for those dreams, JUMP.
Don't be afraid to fall because
'its not what you do when you're down,
its what you do when you get back up.'
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