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All the late nights are going to my head; I study and study 'til I could drop dead. (The whole time I long for my soft, cozy bed.) Maybe I've thought this too many times over, But being in high school is SUCH A DARNED BOTHER!
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Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 6:03 AM UTC
High School In A Nutshell
All the late nights are going to my head; I study and study 'til I could drop dead. (The whole time I long for my soft, cozy bed.) Maybe I've thought this too many times over, But being in high school is SUCH A DARNED BOTHER!
I'm probably making a mountain out of a molehill, but it's hard to think rationally at 11 pm.
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Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 6:03 AM UTC
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