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Published: Jul 3, 2016

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she will show you
that your shadow
is not stronger
than yourself.

(written in physics class during a lecture about this... thank god we didn't have a test on it because i spent that whole class writing instead of paying attention x'D)

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pansydiv

Jul 3, 2016

hahaha omgg I know that feeling. you should see me in chem class, writing poetry about chloretone and whatnot XD
GOOD JOB <3

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