31/10/2025
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Each morning starts before the sun,
Another battle, another run.
Eyes half-open, hearts still sore,
But we rise again, just like before.
Coffee stains and trembling hands,
Dreams built high on shifting sands.
Notes and papers, scattered wide,
But still, we face it with our pride.
We laugh at pain, we smile through stress,
Pretend weโre fine in this wild mess.
Behind each grin, a silent plea,
โPlease let tomorrow be kind to me.โ
The world expects, demands, commands,
While we hold life in trembling hands.
Projects, deadlines, endless fight,
We chase the dawn through sleepless nights.
Some days we break, we lose our way,
We doubt the worth of each essay.
But deep within, a spark remains,
A stubborn fire through all the pains.
We stumble hard, we fall, we cry,
Yet wipe our tears before they dry.
Because giving up was never ours,
We still reach high for distant stars.
Our bags are heavy, hearts the same,
But quitting now would be a shame.
For every tear, for every scar,
Brings us closer to who we are.
We study late, our eyes grow red,
Regret and hope fight in our head.
But when we see the morning come,
We whisper softly, โIโm not done.โ
For dreams are not for hearts at rest,
But for the tired who give their best.
And though the road feels rough and long,
We find our strength, we still stay strong.
So hereโs to all who fight each day,
Who push their fears and doubts away.
Weโre tired, yes, but still we climb,
One step, one breath, one dream at a time.
Because someday soon, weโll see the view,
Of every goal we fought to pursue.
And weโll look back, with pride,
We never quit. We only tried.
