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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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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
The Finale
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.
I procrastinate a lot. >.>
derek-sumner
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
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