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I sit in a pile of marketing and economics papers And my exams are in one week. Lethargically, I stare at these papers Wishing I could throw them in the air And follow my dreams . Father, when I graduate and receive my degree, when all you will see is my blank stare on the pictures on your wall, when I endure your dream, when you accept that I am not you, when you listen hard enough to hear my distaste for your forcefulness, how would you feel if you were in my shoes?
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
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I sit in a pile of marketing and economics papers And my exams are in one week. Lethargically, I stare at these papers Wishing I could throw them in the air And follow my dreams . Father, when I graduate and receive my degree, when all you will see is my blank stare on the pictures on your wall, when I endure your dream, when you accept that I am not you, when you listen hard enough to hear my distaste for your forcefulness, how would you feel if you were in my shoes?
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
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