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When I think of struggle, what do I see?
Sunshine over a withered tree?
A person refusing to open their mind
Only scared of what they'll find

Struggling to be all that you are
Knowing that one day you will be a star
Not knowing how to accept
True love that is given, oh truly in depth

Finally making it to your destined end
Finally finding that one true friend
One who will make you eat your spinach
One who will make sure you fight to the finish

So struggle is a struggle not for some but for all
If you fight, in the end, you will stand tall


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