Go On, Run Run
Never stop chasing your childhood dreams.
For, if one's dreams die,
Life becomes utterly pointless!
Like that dejected bird with broken wings,
That can never fly!
The day one gives up on his dreams,
Is the very day he loses his own complete self,
And that is more frightening than it seems.
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