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A semester of struggle, Torture and fear, The grades are in, Their finally here. Relationships on hold, as we prance around, try to salvage, what we let down. Kids will do anything, just to pass the quota, Except for me, I just play Dota.

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Published: Jan 15, 2015
LinesWords: 1244

Notes: I procrastinate a lot. >.>
Tags: #school #procrastination #finals

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