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At 16 full of rightous fury A flurry Of words hastily written Hidden phone under desks Words spill from the chest Let the day end Long for rest 17 responsibilities abound Astounding how so little yet much, too much A growing moutain Of thoughts and anxious regrets Begets questions and more questions Answers bereft 18, 19, 20 s run in a blur Uncurl from the fetal postition Transitonal Period global pandemic Panic, manic, static Nother round-wait hold one ******
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Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 1:49 AM UTC
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At 16 full of rightous fury A flurry Of words hastily written Hidden phone under desks Words spill from the chest Let the day end Long for rest 17 responsibilities abound Astounding how so little yet much, too much A growing moutain Of thoughts and anxious regrets Begets questions and more questions Answers bereft 18, 19, 20 s run in a blur Uncurl from the fetal postition Transitonal Period global pandemic Panic, manic, static Nother round-wait hold one ******
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Sep 7, 2024 at 1:49 AM UTC
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