Is it really another day?
They all melted together like wax
Even the high is becoming a chore
I'll stay bored and deny the facts
Chasing an aimless degree
Sheepskins and faded memories
I fucking hated it, but I'll still miss it
Come children and get your new screams
Real friends are enemies
Everyone is out to get me
I'll always love you and hate myself
Maybe I'm better in my dreams
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I love this poem so much. It sums up my entire mood today.
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