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Sitting in class, cold as hell. Writing down my notes, doing well. So many farmilar faces. Thought we'd end up in all different places. Going some place in this World, I swear. Don't think so? Careful I may beat you there. Life  is a challenge, which I'm all up for. You might even see me walk up those golden steps, all sore. Nevertheless, we shall all go somewhere. I'm not waiting though, hell if even I can, I'll be leaving with out you I swear. (est.j.r.e.)
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
Pysch Class
Sitting in class, cold as hell. Writing down my notes, doing well. So many farmilar faces. Thought we'd end up in all different places. Going some place in this World, I swear. Don't think so? Careful I may beat you there. Life  is a challenge, which I'm all up for. You might even see me walk up those golden steps, all sore. Nevertheless, we shall all go somewhere. I'm not waiting though, hell if even I can, I'll be leaving with out you I swear. (est.j.r.e.)
jessica-rae
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
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