school project of poemsI wish it were Fictionschool project of poems
If it were fiction it wouldn’t be as bad Won’t be as blue Won’t want to cry and sing the sun to sleep
If only it were fiction
I wouldn’t care When nothing goes right And nothing even goes
I wish it were fiction Then I wouldn’t fight demons in the night
If only it were fiction The ending wouldn’t matter. Could be rebound, placed on a shelf Never to be read again
But this isn’t fiction, This is life, This is truth Bitter in its taste Sweet in i
PanicPanic Attack during SAT’s Palms dampen as sweet, salt ridden sweat roles down my arms and my forehead. Confined trapped at the small desk, its main flaw of a supposed armrest prevents me from ever being able to sit in any semi-natural way. My mind rushing through though, as small bubble letters seemed to reform in front of my eyes into words. Running my tongue over my cracked and brittle lips, as my body temperature felt as if it was doubling in its amount of heat. Opening my lips in an attempt to suck in any small bits of air, shocking to have itPanic
Then on behlaf of everyone, welcome to dA!!! lol.
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swift are the wings of vengeance and fury
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swift are the wings of vengeance and fury
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