My pencil case is empty,
And so is my brain,
It's too early on a Monday morning,
Why am I here again?
Teachers drone on in the backround,
As I try not to fall asleep,
My neck hurts from my heavy bag,
My back hurts from this seat.
I just want to go back home,
And lie back down in bed,
But instead I'm in this classroom with my,
Empty pencil case and empty head.
AN- did I spell backround wrong??? it's got the red squiggly line underneath it but it's 2:17am right now and I am SEVERELY sleep deprived sooo idk
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Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.
