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Mon, 11/10/2014 - 11:18 -- cf97

Sometimes we die


Sometimes we get out alive


The pain so hard


Sometimes you just want to give up but you


Know you can’t My tears flow down


But ain’t no one got tissues for me


I failed my calculus midterm


Need a shoulder to lean on


AP Physics is next


Someone get me tissues


I only use Kleenex

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