When trigonometry begins looking like the biology charts for mitosis your mind drifts away to the people who helped you through such trying times, and the moment English reminds you of the past but your focus races towards stumbling German or half-finished drawings and waste-basket poems it's fine.
Because you have your whole life ahead of you, and you don't always need the same people as when you're young. Maybe it's the sunshine and all the growing you do between birth and the moment you realize your song has already been sung.
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