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My mind is sick
The cloudiness is thick
It likes to play tricks
It likes to kick

It makes me shake
Tremble with mistakes
Hisses lies like a snake
A disease I can't escape

But everything is fine
Really just divine
If you inquire I'll decline
Because really I'm fine

My grades are great
My paper isn't late
My project was created
My math was equate

And that's what matters, right?

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