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I'm in a class, We sit in chairs. The teacher talks, They listen and stare. And I'm unfocused. My pen is scratching, My mind is clear, The class is there, And I am here. And I should focus. Oh, **** It's quiet. Have I been caught? This is something that I should not Be doing But I can't help it, I'm trying to get it, But my mind is flying, And I'm sick of trying and My brain is crying for More than I'm offered and **** IT! I just can't focus.
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Unfocused
I'm in a class, We sit in chairs. The teacher talks, They listen and stare. And I'm unfocused. My pen is scratching, My mind is clear, The class is there, And I am here. And I should focus. Oh, **** It's quiet. Have I been caught? This is something that I should not Be doing But I can't help it, I'm trying to get it, But my mind is flying, And I'm sick of trying and My brain is crying for More than I'm offered and **** IT! I just can't focus.
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
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