Twisted Happiness
A new school year.
A new beginning!
Procrastinating,
Losing sleep,
Alot of coffee.
This, my dear friend,
is my pride.
This, my dear friend,
is my life as a student.
This, my dear friend,
is what I wake up for every morning.
This, my dear friend,
is my twisted meaning of happiness.
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