dreamcareer
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In my youth, I only care for popularity,
forgetting how to show sincerity.
Friendships, real or fake
that's all I wanted to make.
My mom became my foe,
always insisting me to grow.
Too many roads diverged in a tense arena
And I used to wonder what it would be like to travel all.
Could I be Engineering? Astrophysics? Analyst? Architect? Chemist?
It's just not about the dates or the facts that follow. Reading thousands of pages. Finding the truths in all the words written hundred year old pieces of parchment. It is about all the lives that were impacted.
