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Two years of sacrificing
relaxing days off,
replaced with travelling,
studying, filling my soul
with words and hope again.
Struggling with night shifts,
then forgoing sleep to
attend classes that inspired
a part of me almost forgotten.
Doubt and exhilaration mingled
as one, a constant boiling pot.
Humiliation at a mediocre result,
then pride once dedication improved them.
Poetry workshops brought me alive,
kept my pen flowing,
so that even after I walked
down the catwalk for my diploma,
my pen keeps moving.
I am complete again.
Scribbled Thoughts 