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Grown


Nothing in the mind, blissful

Now I am often forgetful

I seek to remember that I can reach it

but for some reason college has a boundary around it.

I was read that it was all up to me but they miss detailed it.

Father makes too much to recieve

But too little to to be of good deed.

I wish all my work was true to set me free

But it show in the real world there is no such thing.

However I will continue to try and hope

because maybe the hope will be help I need. 

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