What's after? 

What's to come?

A perfect picture paints the story. A large brick building. A dorm. Happiness and opportunities. 

But happiness comes with a price. 

And if education is your joy be ready to pay. Because who else will?

Your family? They've got their own fees. Home owner fees, car fees, the cost of living. You know?

The school? The opposite in fact because they only believe in recieving money never giving.

And the government? You've got a better chance becoming president tomorrow.

So if education my dear is the goal, then struggle is indeed the price. But beware for it is only one of many. 

Then again. What's dreams without a nightmares? A fantasy. 


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