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Back to the old grind I sit all day Getting through things I Don't care about. I like to learn Don't get me wrong But this place bothers me These people an annoyance A distraction Constantly slacking off Taking longer than they need to Wasting my time. My time is limited And I don't want to spend it here. I want to help people Be with my friends Train in my passion Learn what I care about Not things I'll never use.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
Grind
Back to the old grind I sit all day Getting through things I Don't care about. I like to learn Don't get me wrong But this place bothers me These people an annoyance A distraction Constantly slacking off Taking longer than they need to Wasting my time. My time is limited And I don't want to spend it here. I want to help people Be with my friends Train in my passion Learn what I care about Not things I'll never use.
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
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