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four hours of calculus homework


Life full of So much work My greatest love Has turned beserk
Smother me My head hurts Cry in my tea Tears on my shirt
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I'm a very busy physics major who writes "poetry" sometimes. I'm really into dadaism and the artistic revolution of the 1960s, and, cringey though it may sound, I think there should be a revival of that movement, which may be why I stick around here sometimes. It may be worth mentioning that I'm an atheist; I appreciate your religious sentiment, but all you'll get back from me is humanly good will.

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