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 I can feel Fall returning the smell of dew on the grass early morning apple cider stuck in traffic worried ill be late for class its the end of the semester  19$ in my bank account
Woke up late again, put my alarm on snooze Do you think that I really want to be bothered by you So, yea I walk into school with a crazy attitude  Not to far from my class the trady bell rings 
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