Any good friend shall always stick up for you

They make sure you’re okay

And will tell you that they will be here for you

No matter the time of day

Times change

Things aren’t what they used to be

I know that’s how you used to see

Blinded by white walls

Murmuring words barely heard

Will this be the end?

Everyone is entitled to a moment of uncertainty, a moment where the line between right and wrong blurs. I wouldn’t say that I’m proud of the position I’m in, but I, in no way, planned to sit here, contemplating whether or not I should plagiarise my work. I was never the type of student who would ever think to plagiarise my work, but I guess I'm not the person I used to be.

There is a common saying about those in love,

"Their relationship is so beautiful, it will never die."