May.
Friday 19 June 2015 | 0 ☰
The sun shines brightly,
Laughter and chit chats everywhere,
School bell rings,
Same white uniform,
Same black hair,
Same hope,
But,
Different fate,
Different life,
Different stories,
And also,
Different grades.
Why am I like this,
I should've study even better.
And now you are mourning for your three fails
Just accept it,
Work harder.
I will.
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