A dream, wished upon a star, soon is meant to be revealed.
Ones fall, the others stand.
A parting way that leads every one of us to different journey.
A page filled with bliss is soon to be stained.
Sweats and cries are the truest facts.
Laughter is a mere decoration.
Either bathed in limelight or wasted in pity.
Who will make a name?
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