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A lovely poem about finals...
... written because I hate studying so much and wanted to procrastinate. (I'm so bad.)
The glare of light on textbook.
The ticking of a clock in the back of your head
Counting to the future, the present, the past
Inevitable, never ending.
Silence reigns supreme
And you turn one page closer.
Yeah... I try, I really do. I wish I could go to sleep, but if I do, I'll fail my psych final. *cries* I've been in a crappy mood all day because of this... sigh. Back to work.
The glare of light on textbook.
The ticking of a clock in the back of your head
Counting to the future, the present, the past
Inevitable, never ending.
Silence reigns supreme
And you turn one page closer.
Yeah... I try, I really do. I wish I could go to sleep, but if I do, I'll fail my psych final. *cries* I've been in a crappy mood all day because of this... sigh. Back to work.