I wake up early, 4am.
I study and revise, do the best I can.
I go to school early, 6am.
Take my classes, ace all I can.
I get back home, study yet again.
Yet you ridicule me for caring too much.
What the hell, I wanted you to be proud, is it too much.
I wanted you to be able to brag to your friends.
But apparently, what I'm doing is a violation, can't even pretend?
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PoetryQuotes I make during those days... I basically just freaking ramble here. Based on real life. P.S. TRIGGER ALERT! IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY PLEASE WATCH YOURSELF!
