His Stress Read Count : 11
Category : Poems
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Wide eyed, afraid to sleep.
I have sowed the seeds to my own demise.
I have paced as much as I could around my room, drowned in my own thoughts that I have made worst, and somehow stayed awake for the night.
Higher education is such a trap.
So much work to be done that I thought I could do and then. . .
I collapsed, self destructed like a black hole after destroying what was around me.
I wasn't destroying anything around me only destroying myself.
Too much freedom had done this and I had done this.
We had held hands for far too long and I was too blind to tell her I must go.
I can still prevail, right?
Can you provide me with the reassurance that I can succeed?
Unless I can't. . . succeed.
I will change my schedule to ease my suffering from this trap.
I have failed myself and have caused myself my own extreme stress.