SCHOLARSHIP WRECK

 

The stress drowns me 

but these scholarships will help me breath

I find myself stationary:

falsely decieved

I wreckon my worst nightmare

I feel as if it's death's eve,

but if I fill it out,

the money,

I may recieve

 

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