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gather round, as it is the season of stress: as it nears may and june and corners the wisps of summer that sting the air. the scent of freedom and flights, so close yet never close enough. gather round, and watch as the silken spring leaves (or, the strands of your hair) turn inch by inch into summer screams of green (or, the jealously burning inside you-- when you see someone smarter see their right answer see their paper; green and ticked and better.) gather round, for it is almost over. and you have worked hard- you have (or, you have tried to) and often that is enough. the season of stress will fade soon, but summer? summer will always come. summer sings in sun-kissed skin and lazy leaves and blithe birds and timely trees; gather round, to hear summer's sound.
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
the season of stress (or, the sound of summer)
gather round, as it is the season of stress: as it nears may and june and corners the wisps of summer that sting the air. the scent of freedom and flights, so close yet never close enough. gather round, and watch as the silken spring leaves (or, the strands of your hair) turn inch by inch into summer screams of green (or, the jealously burning inside you-- when you see someone smarter see their right answer see their paper; green and ticked and better.) gather round, for it is almost over. and you have worked hard- you have (or, you have tried to) and often that is enough. the season of stress will fade soon, but summer? summer will always come. summer sings in sun-kissed skin and lazy leaves and blithe birds and timely trees; gather round, to hear summer's sound.
final exams are rough but we can be tougher. the worst is over.
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literally lost
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
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