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Sluggishly you frump to school passing by people whose faces you'll soon forget.       They don't matter, don't waste your time.             tick tock. You go to practice your meeting rehearsal.       Whatever it is you group yourself in to feel like you belong.       And for what else? To look good on a college application maybe; the motions of it are the only thing that matters. Paying attention, making memories is not traditional thought process. How will that look on a transcript?             tick tock. You mindlessly drive home not paying attention to the miniscule details of the nature around you.       It doesn't directly effect you so you see no point in admiring it. what's the need?             tick tock. You lock yourself in your room and open the books that surrounded you for seven hours already today and work for two or three more hours of your precious evening.       You do it because that's what is expected of you.       Monotonous efforts that someday you will be unable to recall.             tick tock.                           When was the last time you have done something                                   that you will be able to vividly remember                                                       years from now? You are wasting your time.                                                                                                                                                             Go. Live.
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Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
The Choice is Yours
Sluggishly you frump to school passing by people whose faces you'll soon forget.       They don't matter, don't waste your time.             tick tock. You go to practice your meeting rehearsal.       Whatever it is you group yourself in to feel like you belong.       And for what else? To look good on a college application maybe; the motions of it are the only thing that matters. Paying attention, making memories is not traditional thought process. How will that look on a transcript?             tick tock. You mindlessly drive home not paying attention to the miniscule details of the nature around you.       It doesn't directly effect you so you see no point in admiring it. what's the need?             tick tock. You lock yourself in your room and open the books that surrounded you for seven hours already today and work for two or three more hours of your precious evening.       You do it because that's what is expected of you.       Monotonous efforts that someday you will be unable to recall.             tick tock.                           When was the last time you have done something                                   that you will be able to vividly remember                                                       years from now? You are wasting your time.                                                                                                                                                             Go. Live.
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Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
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