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fuck my writing class and my teacher who thinks his opinion is the only right one. i can interpret a poem any way i want. it's like looking at a painting and how it makes me feel....you can't tell me to feel a different way or that what im feeling is less right than what you're feeling. people really make me wonder... im going to be super tired by monday night, which means ill be tired the rest of the week because i can never get enough sleep. damn you, insomnia...ya jerk! |
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sleepy.