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| QUOTE (Me right after AP Physics ) | | Whilst I pondered weak and weary, upon a night most dreary – or something like, the poem goes – I came upon a needle stack, and could not find the hay. |
I wrote that in about two minuets, less.
it is trying to describe the feeling you get when your really tired and still trying to concentrate on some thing. ie it's 1 in the morning and your still trying to read your history text book and nodding off every sentence and rereading each sentence three times.
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Random is my essence I regularly reject reality and substitute my own
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