No tree bends the same,
No individual grows in a uniform frame,
No branch sprouts equal leaves,
No person has a similar seek,
I see the world through my glasses,
You see it through your classes
Then why do you expect me to grow.
With eyes as another,
Grey is my world through them,
Blind am I through those seems.
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