Imagine a double hooked crow-bar being dug around within your internal organs catalyzing an elimination reaction within your abdomen, the embodiment of 'look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it'. Filling your mind with false hope and absolutely no hope at all. Predicted papers either help or makes you become Lady Macbeth and mentally destabilizes you to the point where you begin to forget and double think even the most simplest of matters. Questions materialize onto the wrong papers in spots making you want to scream 'OUT DAMN SPOT'. Might be of slight help at times or the absolute polar opposite.
IT EITHER IS HELPFUL OR ABSOLUTELY THROWS YOU OFF TRACK.
"oh it's a primrose kitten paper... *SLAMS HEAD ON DESK*"