The College Burden
Reading, skimming, can I?
No.
Please, just come, you have to-
No.
I'll go, alone... I'll seek a means
And perhaps unfold a tangled dream.
That clout, that spirit
It's held so high.
A load so heavy, shoved with force
Knocking down my parents.
Would I? Should I?
Great sacrifice awaits...
But it's my future on the line.
So I will, with care.
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