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Thoughts tend to ebb and flow as fleeting as  a springtime snow. To catch one flake may take a year and make some fear  to ever think to grasp again.  So, Here I'll tell a secret task
Call lights shining, alarms ringing, people racing, I'm in over my head.   Long lectures, rushed notes, early mornings, I'm in over my head.   Blood pressure rising,
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