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4: i am fed with alphabet soup, and i am made to sing this song that sounds catchy. this seems rather fun. 9: 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24 my teacher says that we have to recite our timetables whenever we come into class. i like seeing my brain grow from day to day. 16: floating from room to room, just to have my mind rearranged, and "YOU HAVE EXAMS. GET YOUR **** TOGETHER" being shoved down your throat. learning is no longer useful, for all that matter is that grade in red. A, B, C, D or E? it defines your life. all that i feel like doing is burning my textbooks, notes and my school. i am only 16, but i am so worn out.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
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4: i am fed with alphabet soup, and i am made to sing this song that sounds catchy. this seems rather fun. 9: 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24 my teacher says that we have to recite our timetables whenever we come into class. i like seeing my brain grow from day to day. 16: floating from room to room, just to have my mind rearranged, and "YOU HAVE EXAMS. GET YOUR **** TOGETHER" being shoved down your throat. learning is no longer useful, for all that matter is that grade in red. A, B, C, D or E? it defines your life. all that i feel like doing is burning my textbooks, notes and my school. i am only 16, but i am so worn out.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
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