after poring over Hamlet over classes,
Here's my lame attempt:
hillo ho ho,
shakespeare o' shakespeare,
why art thou's language
so hard to comprehend,
n thus doubts me,
if thy poems are meant to
be as a code deciphered it,
or kept as a mere diary.
Time o' time,
why art thou such a scarcity,
8 hours lost to maiden's sleep,
9 to lectures,
4 hours to assignments,
what's left for my leisure?
so many things to accomplish,
yet so little time.
What makes home a home to you?? A sanctuary where u find peace and familiarities in faces, friends, and relatives? You can be anywhere else in the world, but in the end it boils down to where u belong-your home-the beginning-your real home- your origins.
who am i?
- Caryn
- A girl who looks innocent on the outside but truly fiery inside.One who loves procrastinating,fell in love with lobsters dipped in melt butter, spaghetti with extra cheese, and not to forget crab accompanied with chilli shrimps. Her most fond weaknesses: a forgetful nature and a hopeless directions-giver even in places she's supposed to be familiar with.
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