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Lolita
Tuesday, October 30, 2012 9:25:00 AM

Its scary how fast time passes when I'm in school. It seems like I just go through the motions everyday and each day comes and goes in a blink of an eye, with the snap of my fingers. Very soon, its going to be the common test and I can almost envision myself panicking again because I know nothing about anything and achieving mediocre grades and sorely regretting it and telling myself that I will work hard for the next examinations and I don't and it becomes a sick vicious cycle I'm a captive of and I don't know. That's all I'm ever good at saying. I don't know. But that's all I ever know.

People are arriving, class it starting, I should get going with life. Here's hoping I have a good day, please God.

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Would you be mine, would you be my baby tonight
Could be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine
Cause I like you quite a lot, everything you got, don't you know
It's you that I adore, though I make the boys fall like dominoes

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