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Six-hundred level 
I'm more confused 
Like a syringe bevel
That couldn't gain an access route 
And feared it might tissue

Having spent years schooling
Realised this life is addicting
With less time with friends and family 
Cant imagine a day without reading
In order to satisfy my inner feelings

Consolidating the fear
Is seeing our seniors work harder
No rest, from morning till nightfall
Some 24, 48, 72 hours call
This is not the life I signed for

Few months to induction 
Beloved will say congratulations 
In our hands, will lie life of patients,
Friends, families and relations.
When stuff level is still on probation

Fear, I'll miss my school family
Classmates from tipetipe, really. 
Years together, when sunny and rainy
From wardrounds, class to clinic
Even till we start practice

Our wishes are to God, almighty.
From Acetyl, yours faithfully.

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