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1st World Problems

I attempt to often write, it keeps me occupied, my style of meditation. I'm struggling to stay awake; it's 3:36 pm, 10 days until the new semester starts. I struggle with school, my grades say otherwise. My sleep takes a toll, my anxiety rises, (damn finals)..... But I assume that's the norm for EVERY college student. Even though I worry, I'm enjoying the days that die. The mornings that bloom The nights that sing The sun burns The moon cools And here I am, struggling to stay awake and for what?

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