My minds, mind has no concience, no knights tungsten armour to shield it from the air we breath, everytime that mouth of yours move you grab, you take a little bit of the air I use to think. I lose interest in what I was supposed to do, take my ass to class. I can never focus, too many underage drunken nights/days. Stoned brains. College is The Queen of Hearts maze. The only person who holds the flashlight for guidance is me, Tressina Lashawn Jordan, with that excuses cannot be made. I pulled the token from the hat, I made the decisions, I take full responsibility. 
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