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Five days a week, I sit in white classrooms With hard plastic chairs. I watch as teachers Walk in Out In Out. I buy journals to occupy the time To try and grow my mind, Out of the redundancy of lectures, Notes, Homework, In five years how much of this will matter? Because I know I won’t remember The details. Just that I was in love With the brightest star, In the biggest way, And that’s all that matters
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
Five Days A Week
Five days a week, I sit in white classrooms With hard plastic chairs. I watch as teachers Walk in Out In Out. I buy journals to occupy the time To try and grow my mind, Out of the redundancy of lectures, Notes, Homework, In five years how much of this will matter? Because I know I won’t remember The details. Just that I was in love With the brightest star, In the biggest way, And that’s all that matters
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l-e-dow
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Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
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