Oh how our lives have been planned out, Until eighteen without a doubt. School, college, clubs, and games, Long~standing traditions, pre~given names. Identity given and taken away, Being yourself at the end of the day. Parents, teachers, sisters and brothers, All caring for you, like most others. Degrees, qualifications, aims and traditions, Trying to fulfil dreams and ambitions. Constant reminders of glory to come, We will touch others, i.e., only some. Remember your success is all up to you Its all yours, what will you do?
Reason for writing:
To tell people about life!
Birth sign: Libra
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