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Finals

Their way:

Nothing final about it.

They will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Getting into a good school

Earning a good living

What would I do without a white collar job?

A fancy car?

A perfect life?

 

Mine:

I will write poetry while everyone is in a fury.

I will try, but I will not take it too seriously.

I believe in grades as much as unicorns.

Do I do well? sure, but I know something they don't

That life is more than numbers and dollar bills.

It cannot be boiled down to physics and chemistry

We might be governed by laws and rules

but I refuse to let them predetermine the rest of my life.

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