Nov 2021
i grit my teeth,
but won’t give in.
the clock in the hall,
can’t make it passed ten.
it wont make an effort,
but neither will we.
an endless cycle,
drowning me.
but won’t give in.
the clock in the hall,
can’t make it passed ten.
it wont make an effort,
but neither will we.
an endless cycle,
drowning me.
a predictable poem for a predicable person.
(18/personal hell)
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