Everyday I wake up,
Welcoming the morning struggle,
Trying hard not to look up,
And pray for my hustle,
Everyday is new to me,
Another challenge,
That comes to me,
Though life is a challenge,
Everyday and every time,
Hits me with trepidation,
I've always wanted my time,
And a little dedication,
My everyday is sad,
Filled with beautiful sorrow,
That makes me go mad,
When I think of my tomorrow.
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