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Good afternoon, my friend, (hi) how was your day? It ****** of course, days are never good when you're drowning in math swimming in chemistry struggling at the surface of English and floating in the deep end of Spanish. Come home, you think, things are better after a rest, but what rest? There is no rest for the student, who flounders in papers that taste of salt when they're thrown in the air in frustration, creating a breeze that whispers, freedom in a distant voice. Good evening, my friend, (hiya) do not ask me What's up? The sky is up with my workload, the papers stuck in the lamp and behind a poster, where I'll leave it since at least I know where that is.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Piling Up
Good afternoon, my friend, (hi) how was your day? It ****** of course, days are never good when you're drowning in math swimming in chemistry struggling at the surface of English and floating in the deep end of Spanish. Come home, you think, things are better after a rest, but what rest? There is no rest for the student, who flounders in papers that taste of salt when they're thrown in the air in frustration, creating a breeze that whispers, freedom in a distant voice. Good evening, my friend, (hiya) do not ask me What's up? The sky is up with my workload, the papers stuck in the lamp and behind a poster, where I'll leave it since at least I know where that is.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
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