The rain pitters softly out my cracked window sill,
I sit on the floor in my dorm and write, so still.
The dark cement and fluorescent yellow light is calming
The navy blue mattress lies on the ground as I'm typing
Overwhelmed and overthinking, about my many assignments,
I cannot wait until im done with these annoying classes finally
Yea, waking up early is productive and all
But I dread it every morning walking like a zombie through the halls.
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Author:
Lane Rowe (
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Comments1
Stress and not enough rest one walks in a fog. Well done
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