the only stage i feel like im performing on now is the stage of stress.
yes, tell me ALL about it.and yes, i HATE it.
and i have english and algebra tomorrow, oh the joy.
for once, im not psyched for O-Level class.
and next year, it'll all study, no play, no beds of roses, life's no flower bed.
im dying for my holidays.
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Holy fire, burn away
My desire for anything
That is not of You, and is of me
I want more of You, and less of me
-Empty Me ; Jeremy Camp
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