Here I Come

March 25, 2011
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One summer left,
It seems distant,
but passes quick.

The bright burn of
the mid-August sun
marks a new chapter.
Crowds of parties verses
hours of studies, complete freedom
could end bittersweet.

This place of excellence
where creativity is born,and potential seeps through every wall.
This place where all decisions
ripple an eternal effect.
College, my final test.

Worthy of praise,
Or set for failure,
ready or not, here I come.





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