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Rushing, bashing, not myself.
Where did all the fun times go?
Why did I let recess go?
Sloppy homework, done this morn.
How'd I ever find the time?
What'll be the straw to break my back?
Bumping, shuffling, sleeping.
I miss the days when I had fun.
More that that, I miss the days when I could sleep.
Up all night,
through the day.
Havent slept since who knows when.
Im not getting up today,
or so the doctor thinks.
If I stay I'll fall behind,
making matters worse.
Rushing, bashing, not myself.
Blurring, missing, crahing.
Falling, hurting, gone.
- Title: Not myself
- Artist: Purplepe
- Description: Just something I've seen happen, to an extent. Someone always stopped it before the very last word, but it's been frighteningly close.
- Date: 07/21/2009
- Tags: overworked death gone notmyself
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Comments (2 Comments)
- MJgwarrocker66 - 07/23/2009
- 5/5. wow. not bad.
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- HappiSmiley - 07/22/2009
- Kinda scary. 5/5
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