I've crawled off to die in a cowards shoe.
The culmination of my efforts.
A disheveled shape held together with glue.
What push do I have left?
When I've spent all I have.
My last quarter in the gum ball machine of life.
Looking around at all the others who've given up.
Is it my time? - considering the strife.
Uni projects really take it out of you...
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
I've crawled off to die in a cowards shoe.
The culmination of my efforts.
A disheveled shape held together with glue.
What push do I have left?
When I've spent all I have.
My last quarter in the gum ball machine of life.
Looking around at all the others who've given up.
Is it my time? - considering the strife.
Uni projects really take it out of you...
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