Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE It was five years in the making,
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And many sleepless nights.
The ending of a dream,
Which many saw out of my sights.
I kept refusing to ever give in
To the doubts of people’s orations.
And on the day I was called “Doctor,”
I called for a grand celebration.
Never let others steal your dreams or goals,
Keep your eyes firmly focused on the prize.
For we are capable of so many great things,
Much more than we could ever realize.
Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammiscribbles: Celebration in 82 words.
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