Freshman in College
In freshman year at college,
I was quiet and lost.
Until the first year have ended,
I was talking and knowing a lot of things.
Without that, I stay quiet.
I always wanted to do something's greater,
it was to study hard and reach goals.
It was better to do it now.
Good Luck!
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