Don't ya think
Isn't it ironic...
Finals
18 credit hours
2 classes at the same time
people telling me I'm so stupid
zero self-respect
second guessing every decision
every word
every silence
I've never felt such a duality in my life
One half wants to talk, to explain, to beg, to theorize, and speak, and ramble, to talk
The other just stares into space, literal planets and stars.. with their hand over the other's mouth.
Finals
18 credit hours
2 classes at the same time
people telling me I'm so stupid
zero self-respect
second guessing every decision
every word
every silence
I've never felt such a duality in my life
One half wants to talk, to explain, to beg, to theorize, and speak, and ramble, to talk
The other just stares into space, literal planets and stars.. with their hand over the other's mouth.
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