stress

January 11, 2018

enamored by the work

people bragging and boasting

they breathe freely in the air

gliding through classes, coasting

I sigh and give cold smiles

Because I can't focus I'm withholding

and I know I can try

it'll take a little while

but I am still happier than most

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