Research is my personal hell
here on earth , before in Heaven I dwell
before in college, I move
When it's undone, I'm doomed.
Research is my second worst subject
In my life, it's just a big threat
even in my dreams, I still have to fret
about research, what else could I get?
I mean, the truth is: I'M CLUELESS! I don't know how to do this! I just feel I can't do this.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PoetryIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...
