3 years left
i have three years an so far i think that im lost inside this maze i feel like im stumbled over they tumble over me like im just nothing an
its not easy being here. it's like when i go to school i feel like such a fool. just three years left an i wont be in school anymore any i wont be stumbled or tumbled over ever...
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