We are the voices in quiet halls,
Scribbling dreams on classroom walls.
With words we paint, with thoughts we lead,
In every line, we plant a seed.
Everyday feels like a fresh new start,
When you fail - pause, then restart.
One slept,
One wept,
But still, one rose - with quiet respect.
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