riding the bus on the way back to campus...
the last exam felt sweet thinking of home...
can't wait to pack my bags...
can't wait to go to sleep to be able to wake up tomorrow.
what happen to yesterdays when tomorrows come?
i know. it'll become just like today.
the last exam felt sweet thinking of home...
can't wait to pack my bags...
can't wait to go to sleep to be able to wake up tomorrow.
what happen to yesterdays when tomorrows come?
i know. it'll become just like today.
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