Drooping eyelids, slouching backs,
Wandering minds and forgotten facts.
Pages of notes, worn out pens,
Late night working, never see friends.
Red biro marks, crossing out,
Checking spelling, unfinished tasks.
Silent tears, raging tantrums,
Anxiety attacks and final breakdowns.
11/5/07
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how true this poem is... GOOD JOB! Well written
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This is so awesome. so true. i love it and I will porbebly use it some where in my life. so true
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courtney
You summed it up well Steph.
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