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i don't like numbers. math is too cold for me. language is warm.
i do a lot of my homework at lunch. my friends and i look so dorky sat with our books while everyone else is goofing off, but it's better to have at least a bit done before i get home.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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