A weight on my head,
More than I can carry,
A migraine,
One that'll seem to last till I'm 80.
Work and work, till you're the best,
And never get any rest.
Work and work, till you're the best and never get any rest.
Seems to repeat in my mind as I coughed up more of my spare time.
Everything thing crashing down,
Everything getting the best of me.
I'm stressed out, and can do nothing.
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AJ's Poetry Book
PoetryIve been writing this since middle school so my poetry skill has grown some bit. I hopw you enjoy seeing my growth.This poetry book was inspired by someone that I used to know. I write all my poetry in here, that is untill I reach the limit in chapt...
