Things I ask myself if you're dying to know

Will school make me a better person or bitter and successful? Have I really forgiven and have the deepest bleeding wounds begun to heal? Will the man I sigh for hear my cry and pity me with a date? Or will I wait around endlessly until I realize "Oh, its much too late..." This and so much more troubles my eager mind but Oh, I wont bother you anymore No, I haven't got the time.

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