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The last word has been written. My pencil, dotting the I. Excitement is fitting, but I end with a sigh. I've let my self down, my potential; a waste. It ends with a frown and a tear on my face.
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Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 5:13 PM UTC
Semesters end.
The last word has been written. My pencil, dotting the I. Excitement is fitting, but I end with a sigh. I've let my self down, my potential; a waste. It ends with a frown and a tear on my face.
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Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 5:13 PM UTC
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