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Jun 2021
Matured
Like how ripped fruits is more likely
To be picked
Society's idealism is the maturity in an individual
It has been a standard that we must reach
And is even more favoured if we exceed
However, sometimes, when we push ourselves
Beyond the line
We fall as parts that can not be mend
We pass the line that meant to be our end
Written by
Irisa  F
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