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Origin of Inspiration


Life nowadays is not a jog or a walk, But rather running for your life from a ferocious hawk. Ever since I had been just a lad, All I focused on was to just be glad. Did not give a single care to the world, Had not fathomed money, problems, or girls. But then came a day when i had turned eight, The day that I realized and my mind became straight. My parents encouraged me to stick to my studies, And later be appreciative while I hang with my buddies. It was hard at first, and I wanted to quit, But they kept on persisting, even during my fit. Small steps I took, one by one Until I took leaps to get the job done. Because of their words, I have won, Now I'm the best that I can be, second to none.
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