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!

This poem is about: 
Me

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