7 October

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My motives "fucked the police".

My peers continue to excel.

I turn to spite as a mouthpiece.

But, hey, at least I can spell.

I never study for assessments.

I don't lose years over stress.

I make no intellectual investments.

I'm more popular in my personal press.

My teachers know I'm not stupid.

Most adults believed it back then.

I'm a history major's cupid.

I still remember where I've been.

Contradiction is my life's foundation.

I am aware of my own match.

Society is my decline's causation.

Out of the lies I did myself snatch.

Adults don't know much about me,

but I'm not their reading material.

My lack of work shown is all they can see.

Opinions are solely criterial.

I'm a Harvard student in my own little world.

I'm not sure how much that counts for.

My brain is a treasure I've pearled.

I know myself down in my core.