Empty days, lonely nights pass me by;
Angry and frustrated, I refuse to cry;
To friends and family, I say I'm well, I lie;
My confidence, my pride, a well gone dry;
My aspirations, My hopes, a mountain too high;
Two decades of learning, no evidence, is this how dreams die?

nice poem. . .wish you the best

Pele, no vex

e go better!
u got the brains -at least.

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