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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