#914255 added June 27, 2017 at 8:18pm Restrictions: None
Just A Dream Before Breakfast
6-27-17
It was math- no,
sciences of earth-
or that guy after gym class, ya know,
with the laser-cut tris1.
Yeah! I think...
And it was 1 o'clock,
or was it Monday morning?
Feels like night, but
there's no way it would've been.
All the commitments are piling high;
why am I sinking farther below?
Everything's looking up but my
status...
security...
prospects...
grades.
The only time I can breathe
is when I'm three hours deep in sleep
and the pressures release;
I'm a thousand pounds of
weightlessness.
I'm everything, and
I don't know who I am
but I'll do it flawlessly,
like you had no idea
I didn't know how to begin.
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