It hurts
Like a collage
Of can'ts,
Of missings,
Of whats,
Of goings on...
Can'ts hurt, but
You wouldn't have
Grown so beautifully.
'Cause I hurt years...
I hurt strength,
I hurt patience.
I hurt
Applying myself
To do more.
'Cause going for a Master's
Put fears... be I hurt.
Until then, the love of
Happy graduations.
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