Villanelle about Senior Year of High School
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Its way too loud to think right now my friend.
My many worries start to bring me fear;
I’m scared because it's all about to end.
The little worries I may try to mend;
It’s day one hundred forty five,
The want to learn is gone,
And I’m just trying to survive.
The goal is to make it out alive,
And I can hear life screaming “Bring it on!”.
It’s day one hundred forty five.
