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Hello Unknown Icarus ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Maybe your crying later in the closet was more out of the unknown. Sometimes the unknown can be quite scary. If you didn't earn it, you wouldn't have gotten in. Simple as that. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() What happened that kept you from going to college the first time around? Were you hurt so badly, that you were healing for three whole years? I believe writing a few stanzas about what took place to cause this would really be beneficial. ![]() As I laid in bed, trying to sleep instead of studying, Put spaces between all of your times and the p.m. As I lay in bed ![]() To go to college. Im not ready. To live a life That for three years now I'm not ready I'm not ready To live a life For three years now ![]() In your description since you've already stated in the title that you got into college, You can delete both of the "I got into college" lines and just state, "And I don't think it's good enough. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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