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Jan 2014
Cram, cram, cram, cram
That's starting to become all I am...

Study, cry, sleep, eat
It's a helpless cycle stuck on repeat

Type, write, focus, focus
But I can't look anymore at this bogus

I'll get what I get
because I'll probably forget,
and that's just the reality
of this detrimental lethality.
the existential romanticist
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the existential romanticist  F/amongst the stars
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