Ah crap.
I need to get into university. Really, really badly, for my life's sake. I'm a few percent under cutoff, so I'm praying really hard right now for my teachers to save me.
What am I doing?
Inner peace feels like cherries in spring and the leaves in August. It's like scratching an itch. Like finding a perfect puddle of water.
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