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It’s the small things that are nigh,
When you are about to fly high.
Those pats on the back,
The unfriendly warnings from the friendly faces.
The hardships, the toil,
The rigour that depletes the midnight oil.
That elusive hunger for smiles.
Cramped for time, treading on the edge of deadlines.
And always ending up on the wrong side, of that which is sublime.
Is this a prison?
No its not!
‘Cause you are the fuel, which ignites this melting pot!
Ready for the zing, to do the “in” thing!
Welcome to the F-Life, that starts with this ping!
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