Found My old memories
Stacked up in a box so high,
reminiscing those days,
where I felt I could touch the sky,

Those nights were young
and So were we,
Screaming, shouting, at the top of our lungs,
we felt so free,

Then came the midnight toil,
To climb those foggy heights,
Crushed all my broken dreams,
Ultimately lead me to nightmarish sights,

Archived those wonderful grades,...