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I love the shapes the rain makes on the glass window. Drops run into each other and make rivers. Make pictures. Make love.
steady pace, steady pace, steady pace. I see other girls at the gym, going hardcore, exhausting themselves, trying so hard to be those girls on the covers of the magazines their sweaty fingers flip though. and then there's me. slower than the rest, but still going. steady pace, steady pace, steady pace.
I never wander along the path to O'Connor Hall. I always want to, but I never do because I am always late. I think, as I rush by the pretty trees and lush grass, that I should wander through here sometime, camera in hand. But I never do. I never wander along the path to O’Connor Hall.
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