Back to school

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Back to school.

Summer is over.

No more oversleeps.

No more up all night.

Wear your new pure white shirt and smooth trouser.

They're smell newie.

With a bunch of books and notebooks in your school bag.

They're all smell newie.

Walking, riding on familiar roads.

It's time to meet our friends in joyful emotions.

Giving each others tight hugs, affectionate looks.

And it sounds like something chokes at our throat.

It's not like i miss you, we'll be sitting in a class together or something similar.

It sounds like: Hey homie, summer is over (crying out loud).


No more free time as much, back to school, back to work.

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Since we grown up, no more summer at all.

Life goes on with a range of different stages.

So instead of preparing for a new semester.

We prepare for new stage.

It might be more draconic.

But it might be full of glory in the end.

Now move your ass.

And be persistent.

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