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Growing Up In the quiet of the night i rethink My existence in this world  The older i grow  The value of life drops low. Young me was so excited to grow. To grow, To enter a new world The world of grownups  As the older i got  more things i would be , more things I would do Inch by inch  Taller i grew Inch by inch  excitement dropped Is this all growing up is after all ? There is nothing to "growing up" Rather than getting to do  Restrictions add up Don't do this Don't do that  The world becomes a scarier place A place where the cunning are rewarded In the face of success Where friends are discarded A place where hatred prevails  And sceptics dissect happiness. This is a world I grew up into A broken place : my diy project Tape up the cracks; cover it up Was it worth it ? Growing up?

This poem, 'On the Day Before Exams' was so titled not only because of the contents of the poem, but also because it was written literally on the day before my Finals. After days of intense cramming my brain had had enough and was rebelling. Stubbornly, I sat in front of my book (guide) hoping to take in something. But Nope, Zilp, Nada. Nothing. So I picked up my phone (and later a notebook) to write this masterpiece. *Clap*Clap* Let's witness this greatness. On the day before exams On the day before exams, I find There are a lot of things to do. Lot of things to prepare. There are alarms to be set 4, 4.30, 5, 5.30 All kinds of sounds to choose from Blooming morning, tinkling, dripping And on the day of exams Snooze.. snooze... dismiss. There are notes to be found. Copies, papers, slides List of topics to be made Lectures, syllabus, past questions And on the day of exams Fasttrack guides Ah! the file should be completed H&E sharpen , H&E breaks Never endin...