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it's really happening

When it all happens too fast 
When you realise sitting around isn't an option anymore 
When you feel the anxiety building 
When your heart starts beating faster
When your mind races imagining the impossible
When your surroundings are quiet and dark but your gut pushes you to get out 
When all that was once a routine slowly starts to end 
When all the mistakes replay in your mind 
When all your dreams aren't only what you see in sleep but the fuel to make everyday brighter
Maybe that's when life's happening 
Pulling you to make your decisions and draw your plan 
Urging you to succeed in such a phenomenal way that even you had never imagined 

Just random feelings and thoughts 

- BHARATHI SENTHILKUMAR

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  1. Such a strong sense of motivation! Well done sis! I feel more motivated.

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  2. Well stated. Keep such inspirational messages come our way

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