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The AntiThesis
God I miss those years, those carefree years. Everything was easy: love, life, friends, even school. We can laugh all day, we can sleep anytime we want. Everything was just a stone’s throw away.
Now there’s this god-damn piece of paper to worry about.. but its just not a piece of paper. Its everything. It has to be good. Well executed. And it should be, else everything should not have been in the first place. This just isn’t fun at all.
