i didn't have a choice,
and so i am here,
this was never what i wanted,
my future is unclear,
it felt like dragging a dead body
with a soul nowhere to go,
no vision and zero motive,
everything was paced so slow,
the only goal was to get out,
i never wanted to stay in this hell,
it's draining the little life i have left in me,
i just want to hide back in my shell,
education is quickly killing me,
an unsure future is on the line,
how could i finish the remaining years,
when it is quickly finishing mine?
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
