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There is a confusion there. And perhaps that is a good thing. Like a friend once told me As we were sitting cross legged During lunch break in school In the 6th grade Of a summer which you were glad to bear Math comes with practice. And that the many stupid things I did Could still be polished under the glow of my otherwise good grades I have always felt stupid. And more than awkward But I know I am not stupid. Even though I am awkward.
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
The stupid math of lunch break
There is a confusion there. And perhaps that is a good thing. Like a friend once told me As we were sitting cross legged During lunch break in school In the 6th grade Of a summer which you were glad to bear Math comes with practice. And that the many stupid things I did Could still be polished under the glow of my otherwise good grades I have always felt stupid. And more than awkward But I know I am not stupid. Even though I am awkward.
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Afghan
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
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