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I look and see


I look and see,

But no one really struggled like me. 

In this open book, 

The words have me shook. 

Trying to study 

Maybe if I had the money. 

This book makes me queasy 

I thought it’d be easy. 

But this book is still teaching. 

The adventure will be rough. 

I’ll have to be tough. 

Although the journey may be sour

I look at the hour

Only to see

Me continuing my dream. 

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