Tell me.
Tell me.
Is there a miracle cure for "this?"
Because I'm not immune to the sleepless nights-- applying for college
Because I'm not immune to the aching fingers of my hands-- typing in essays for scholarships
Because I'm not immune to the immense brightness of my laptop-- blinding me of my innocence
Tell me-- because I'm not immune to "this."
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