What is life outside this campus?
Now that I'm stepping on to the
New dimension of life
Would I still be the same?
Would I be better?
Or would I be worse?
Questions like these flood my mind
But I am who I am and I'll always
Have the need to be.
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ПоэзияI'm not so sure How are you able to see Through those thick-rimmed Glasses of yours To think that someone like Is pretty enough To be yours. What have I done For the Great King to Give me the most precious Reward I could ever acquire. ...
