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Jul 2018
My hands tremble with fear
When I’m asked “what are your future plans”
But I manage not to ramble,
They can tell I’m a success

Guiltily speaking, I lie
Humbly speaking, I’m lost
Confusingly enough, I wander
Frankly speaking, it’s intriguing

I hope my life won’t deviate
Towards the boring track
I hope I always get
The space to fill my lungs
With peace,contentment , and lively air
I honestly don’t know where I wanna go ,
Or what I wanna do with my life
Does anyone know already?
Rowan Ayman
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Rowan Ayman  18/F
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