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The chill crawls up my spine Its tendrils of fingers intertwine I walk a never ending line: Anxiety that goes on I stumble forward, determined but weak I can’t remember how to speak But from my mouth: a mournful shriek Will there be a dawn? Whispers begin to fill the air They come and go from nowhere Were they even real? Is nothing there? Fear has a reek What brought me to this dark place What set me on this eternal race What being or spirit, what face? Ah, it’s finals week.
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC
Terror
The chill crawls up my spine Its tendrils of fingers intertwine I walk a never ending line: Anxiety that goes on I stumble forward, determined but weak I can’t remember how to speak But from my mouth: a mournful shriek Will there be a dawn? Whispers begin to fill the air They come and go from nowhere Were they even real? Is nothing there? Fear has a reek What brought me to this dark place What set me on this eternal race What being or spirit, what face? Ah, it’s finals week.
A little humor to end off finals week for some of us :) who knew one week could feel so long...
#finals#week#terror#school#exams#anxiety#fear#hallucination
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HeyoMatato
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC
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