Tiresome eyes and dry cracked lips
Skinny build and heavy (eye)bags
Frizzy hair and allergies
Long nights and silent cries
Papers that stack up high
Black ink imprinted all over
With seconds tickling by
Incoherent train of thoughts
Crush them paper into balls
And then the calendar flips
i'm trying my best not to admit defeat.
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Random thoughts up there... its not a poem or what. just things that pop up to my mind and i just, don't feel like linking them up. My life, if at worst, is currently drowning in an abyss of uncertainty. Like really.
A level is, in 2 days time.
and the above speaks me, myself and I.
Good night!
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