when does it end?



Closing in, a crouching tiger

Waiting for me to fail, say something wrong

As if I didn't hate myself enough already

"Quit making excuses, there was plenty of time for this assignment"

Somehow, the feeling I get while cleaning up my blood is more satisfying than succeeding

Since it's meaningless the next day

When we're given something new

High school will be my grave


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