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Dec 2013
I wish I were not so genius
It’s hard for me to talk to jerks
I’m tired of teaching teachers
One time I answered my teacher’s question,
She died
When I’m wrong I’ll know it
Since all my grades in card are 100
Trisha Faye Velasco
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Trisha Faye Velasco
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