gradesarenoteverything
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I run at my own pace
Boys
Virgin Lips and Untouched Hips
Not even ready for first base
Flirt with me and that is enough
I run at my own pace
Friends
Slumber party at my house
The clock continues to tick even though I beg for it to slow
This test is ruthless, causing me so much woe
The words I need elude me like fish that never bite my line
Everyone knows that my grades are on a decline
