You know what's to come.
You know it awaits your arrival.
You know it wants to suck all the joy from your life.
And yet you can't do anything about it.
You even anticipate the timing
And can't wait for it to be over.
It's an impending doom,
Ready to destroy you,
And you can't escape,
For the impact is inevitable.
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Just experiencing some cramps, realizing that school is fast approaching, and wanting to kms like usual.
8/9/2017
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Poetry Over Prose
PoetryI've never been artistic. I've never really liked poetry. So basically, I'm gonna add shit when I'm sleep-deprived and not thinking straight. NOTE: One shitty poem USED TO BE posted every day! Highest ranking: #67 in Poetry (8/17/2017) *** Cover pho...
