Sitting Alone on a Saturday Morning

Textbooks are scattered
on the floor. 3 a.m.
I should get sleep. Sleep
will clear the fogged mind.
Luke warm coffee stains
mugs and teeth. Money
problems always
linger in the distance.
The truths of college
Are rarely seen by
strangers.

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