Awful. Much rending of clothes.
Yearbook.
No school yet...
Yearbook.
Now I'm living and breathing
Yearbook.
My life has become my school work.
Where did my thoughts go?
Like the dripping of rain
down a pipe
drip
drip
Now
it
is
gone.
drip
drip
drip
I'm
lost
in a world
of scholars
and college applications.
Trying to make my future
my chance at individuality
and yet
I feel as if I've misplaced
my purpose.
Forgotten my motivation.
It just drizzled away.
Down the pipes
like
drip
drip
drip
....
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