A project due
No time left
Bandages bleeding through
No time left
My bus passed by
No time left
He’s met another guy
No time left
No life left
No travel left
No love left.
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A Glance Into My Mind
PoetryPoetry i have written at the proverbial best of times, and worst of times. This should give all who care a small but enticing look into the mind of one depressed and wistful sophmore.
