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This isn't much different. Just further, more stagnant. I sit in my room with the lights dim, losing track of the days and my brain's caving in but-
Tall palm trees shimmy in the soft breeze,  Standing tall like soilders, Guarding the colossal college walls. Daunting yet appealing waves wash over me,  As my bold reflection stares back at me,
I love you because you are human. You make mistakes, You get frustrated But you are also passionate and loving You like mysteries and cartoons
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