One has to confront adversity,
In order to acquire prosperity,
An insect has to surpass the thorns
In order to feed on the lovely rose,
Especially if it isn't blessed to fly
Beautifully like a bee or a butterfly,
Not all roads are roads of beds of roses,
There're as well roads of beds of thorns,
Acknowledge the difference,
Confront the consequence,
Establish the existence,
Move past the fence.
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