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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