Freaking cold in Main stacks...
... and in my heart, where peace roams like a ship without safe harbor, so distant doth it seem from me. And in it's place, thee harsh paper deadlines, tests, and finals loometh. How these fiends reign so coldly in my heart. Here therein lies no refuge for the weary, ghostly and waning from waiting, waiting, waiting for what shall not and may never come.
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