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It's finally over, But why am I not rejoicing? My heart feels like there's Ketchup and cheese and everything Messed up in one. Because no matter how much I study, My mind will be in a flurry My vision too blurry And then my brain just Stops working. I don't know why That this year has been pretty much a struggle. While many others just sail pass it, Acing Every Single Test. Oh, I remembered I was once like them. But that was the past. And the gap between then and now, Grows like a hungry little caterpillar, Further          and            further            apart. Their high hopes had been doubled, They pile high on my shoulders, Weighing down on me. But I don't blame them. I would do the same if I were in their shoes, After the ordeal that they've been through. But time after time, I've let them down. But I really did study. I really really did. Now my hand itches To touch my textbook, I'm feeling so empty from within. I guess I forgot to read a chapter. But what's the use of studying now? When it's all over, And I can't change A thing.
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC
Struggling
It's finally over, But why am I not rejoicing? My heart feels like there's Ketchup and cheese and everything Messed up in one. Because no matter how much I study, My mind will be in a flurry My vision too blurry And then my brain just Stops working. I don't know why That this year has been pretty much a struggle. While many others just sail pass it, Acing Every Single Test. Oh, I remembered I was once like them. But that was the past. And the gap between then and now, Grows like a hungry little caterpillar, Further          and            further            apart. Their high hopes had been doubled, They pile high on my shoulders, Weighing down on me. But I don't blame them. I would do the same if I were in their shoes, After the ordeal that they've been through. But time after time, I've let them down. But I really did study. I really really did. Now my hand itches To touch my textbook, I'm feeling so empty from within. I guess I forgot to read a chapter. But what's the use of studying now? When it's all over, And I can't change A thing.
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC
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