I learn how to read,
I learn how to write.
I see myself with proud,
Still I keep on making the same mistake in and out.
I try to get up from this battle,
But I feel like a genie trap in a bottle.
When you release me,
Now then I can see.
You are not just my friend but also my teacher,
Where ever you are you will always be in my heart to remember.
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