its that time again..
when school work just seems to grow and grow like the beanstalk
when the training pitch looks like the end of a battlezone, still
when the eerie silence of dawn makes you hate the idea of getting into the shower
when friends are always there but not there too at the same time
when family refuge also fails
when television becomes your drug
when the bedroom is nothing without the wondrous bed
when the boys are yucky and the girls are ugly
and
when season is comin'......
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