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When I’m not thinking about it, I’m doing it
When I’m not doing it, I’m thinking about it
Sometimes easing but every time teasing is this.
So frustrating and infuriating is this
Sucking my blood like a vampire
Every time giving me a Goose bump’s Nightmare
Neither can I enjoy a weekend
Nor can I indulge in an annual event
You say its unfeasible to cope
What a Harry Potters version in the final term
I think, I’ve missed my hundred meals for this ever beating drum
It makes me a laughing stock in my own kin
When I treat my home like an inn.
It deprives the teenagers of their elation when they have to leave the party for the sake of examination.
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