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#finalsweek
Brethren, now's the time of truth: Good luck on finals
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
Customary Salute
See her? With the impeccable taste in fashion? She's top of her class in calculus. You probably didn't know that. See him? With the fearless glint in his eye? He's studying science, but he has the soul of a poet. Tests lie. See her? Buried behind a stack of books nine tall and three deep? She's terrified that she'll get a B, because, to her, that's failing. See him? Museum-quality doodles and red ink decorate his papers. He'll be president one day, if he can find something that he loves. See me? No, actually you probably don't see me. Why would you? I've managed to dangle from the rim of the outskirts of life so far. Someone once told me that seeing gifts is a gift itself. Maybe it's true. But, didn't they ever tell you that geniuses doubt themselves, too? That we doubt ourselves most of all?
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
1:27 am in the Library
I've forgotten the last time I had to memorize oh wait, it was today. I memorized so I didn't have to plagiarize and I plagiarized because I had no idea what to say. instead of studying, I was out at play breaking ankles instead of pencil tips. made some gnarly 3 pointers, I might say, all I could think about were my papercut lips. the keyboard fights me with whips I'm trying, I am really trying, but I'm collapsing, like sunken battleships. Well, at least I'm not dying.
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
Finals Blues
Please let me leave Mountains have risen up that I created by leaving my clothes in a pile by tossing my responsibilities upon it by heaping insult upon injury by throwing caution to the wind and by washing my mind down the drain. Just let me leave Too many times have I yearned to breathe to inhale without holding back to take it all in to smell the roses to take a deep breath.... and then breathe it out blowing dandelions letting it all out exhaling without care. Let me go. I've given up on so many things I cared about Too many of them were important and now I have no excuses except that I lost hope and I thought I couldn't finish and I believed it wasn't worthwhile and the pain was too much to bear and I didn't believe it would get any better. Can I go home? Finals week is taking its toll, and nothing can make this better except a big comfy bed a mother's embrace in the morning a hot cup of coffee in pajamas tv shows I loved as a kid brothers to goof around with a smoothie when dad gets home. I just want to go home.
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
Finals
**** oh **** **** me what the actual ****
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
quick poem about finals week.