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My Dream is College


High school was already a hell...

stress, late nights, and humiliation the main currency,

but at least we were free to be ourselves

-at least they had that decency.

 

The "crisis" for my generation;

fitting in or standing out?

Hard to do either when everyone's goal is another decoration

on that stupid effing college transcript.

 

If you can't afford to "drop out" of Harvard,

then maybe a mediocre career you've assumed.

If you can't even get in,

regret to inform you that you're now doomed.

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