Scholarship Stress
It never ends, They're lectures for the upcoming years. "They're not your real friends", "There are so many careers!" They constantly remind, "Do better than your peers." To catch the attention of a college, Im told to stnad out among the carnage. My excuses give no refuge, "Im doing my best!" Mail pours in; a deluge! They say Im blessed. Education; who knew it could be such a pest? Schools across the country ask for my attention, Im overwhelmed, I must confess. Bills too; not to mention. I am looking for success. On a minimum wage, I can feel the tension. Im beginning to stress. Every bit would be helpful, to help clean up this mess. To avoid debt, this is crucial. This money will take some weight off my chet. The bills will deminish. Consider my cry of distress. By, Erin Rae Hofkin
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