Born with lots of prospect
Prospect can be fulfilled
With this buoyancy I lived
Traveled through an adversity
Nevertheless, once prospect changed to be my dreams
Dreams which I cherished,
Dreams of triumph,
Dreams, the lone thing I own
But how do I carry out
I stumble on a lot of harms
Which differs in there forms
The cruise to my dreams
Lead me to a school
Amid flora around, kept me green
Deers, made me serene
Peacocks, made me glittery
But the four wall of my class
Took me to an extent
Steer me to the peak
Of a mountain, the
Peak of suicide
Peak of self destruction.
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