Oh finals, you are so persistent, the way you show up every ten weeks.
Somehow you still manage to surprise me
I get so lost in our relationship that I even forget basic hygiene
You begin to consume my every thought, this relationship leaves me with little time for anything else like . . . sleeping or eating
I still get that feeling in my stomach whenever you show up, you know the kind where you want to rip out your intestines
Oh finals, I hate to break it to you this way, but . . . we are breaking up
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