In the beginning, it was all about studying. Getting good grades was the only thing that mattered to me. That made me happy enough.
Then in the middle, it was all about work. I'll just work and work until my body would hurt all over. I don't care as long as I got the job done.
Now, I can't help but think of getting attached to that very special someone. The one who needs me the most and understands me.
I think its about time I thought about myself a little bit more...
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