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Bound to do as told,
Until you're old,
So to ruin yet another soul.
Books all around,
Love towards them, turns to hatred.
Oh how I loved the midnight stories by Grandma,
Till I was forced to sit and write at night.
I believe now,
That there is world beyond bookish knowledge,
And I set as an example,
That you, dear, need not always be perfect.
For the talent within unravels the best of you at your worst.
And one day, you will be recognised by the number of accomplishments,
Rather than the number of times you failed.
The weight is to be borne,
Till the day comes when you, too, realise that your life isn't just marks and numbers,
But it is something else that is surely knowledge but beyond the measure of any mathematical expressions.
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YOU ARE READING
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