Pressure increases
My heart may explode
Brain Damage
But I must finish this
My pen
It flies
My hand
It aches
Tick, Tick, Tick
Goes the over watching clock
And I know
That my fate
Is ending
Before the bell
Rings, I
Will surely
Perish with
This test
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Poems for a Rainy Day
PoetrySome people stock up on pennies for rainy days: I stock up on small poems. Just a few random poems that I create when I am bored. For the best experience (if you even have a good experience), I would recommend reading each line by itself. Thanks fo...
