Lost Dream

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Books piled high, a daunting sight,
Procrastination's tempting light.
Sleep whispers sweet, a siren's call,
While dreams of nursing, slowly fall.

Two point zero, a fading dream,
Lost in the struggle, a restless stream.
Living, yet not truly alive,
Seeking a spark, to make my heart thrive.

JNSYSTM_19

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