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Head tips back
Numbers and random information crowd
Can’t think straight
Mind’s moving like a freight

In love with who I can’t have
Homework is killing slowly
Face burns red
Embarrassment and failure I dread

Push joins with shove
Books slip from my hands
I hit the floor
Can’t take this anymore

Call 119
I need a doctor for the brain
Hit me with a steady beat
Give me something simple to handle
Examine this skull of mine
It’s heavy with all this pressure
This pain is almost too much
The life of a freshman is such

Doodles swarm notes
Love-lorn distraction
Disguise this lust
Hidden from all the mistrust

At home the tears flow
Over pages of algebra
The numbers mean naught
In this confusing web I’m caught

Need to get a grip
Need a steady beat
The pain is almost too much
The life of a freshman is such

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