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Our dreams aren't what we see in our sleep. They are the one who makes us weep. But we can't leave this thing like this. It's a love we can't miss. They tell us that it's impossible. But even they admit our patience and hard work are remarkable. We wish to fly along with the clouds. But they worry and walks back and forth for hours. "Will I ever be enough?" They wonder everyday. "Will tomorrow be different from today?" "They are a bunch of lunatics" people say behind us. They say they don't see any potential in us. We may have failed repeatedly. We might be fool working relentlessly. But does that means we'll give up? Do they suppose us to depend upon our luck? But we swore to go on till the end. We ain't the ones who'll pretend. Our dreams can only ignite that fire in our hearts. We do what we want, no matter the cost.

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