i'm dying. will write something tomorrow.
just all drained and beaten up and terribly in need of sleep.
and it's only the 2nd week of the semester...
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BUILDING A FAKE FUTURE, IN HOPES THAT THE REAL FUTURE WILL SHOW UP TO MATE WITH IT
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
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