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My Day Has Crumbled.

I Come Here, With A Mind Overflowing With The Complications Of Thought, And Ideas Of A Person, Such As Myself.
Tonight, With Heavy-Lidded Eyes, On The Crest Before Slumber,
I Key These Words In.

My Mind Is Laden With The Worries Of Friendship.
I Sit And Think Of My friends Here,
And I Worry For Them.
They All Seem To Have Had Their Hearts Sink,
Withen The Past Few Days,
And I Have not Turned A Blind Eye To It;

Cherri, Who Falls Victim To One Blow After Another,
Her Pace Sodden With The Frustration And Fatigue Of Daily Life.
Mia, Who Lies In Bed, Struggling With The Maladies Of Sickness,

And Lina, Who Deals With An Overbearing, And Disorienting School System,
And The Unfamiliar And Obscure Plans They Orchestrate.

I Have My Own Ires, And Woes To Mend, As Well.
With A Father Whisked Away By Employment, And Our Very Government,
A Mother, Preoccupied With Schooling For The Medical Arts, And A World Open To Her Own Worries,
And A Younger Sister, Who Could Care Less My Role In This Tradigian-Play Called
Adolescent Living.

I Have Long Abandoned My Literature, Of Which I Had Toiled And Thought Over.
It Now Lies Somewhere Between A Misplaced Notebook, And A Stagnant Pool Of Broken And Unfitting Thoughts.
The Emotions Of It Wasted On My Efforts, Have Long Since Fallen Victim To A Lack Of Inspiration, And A Scarcity Of Luck.

My Mind And Outlook Has Become Bleak And Dull, With The Strain, And Bordom Of Living Each Day In The Schedual Of The Previous.
Tomarrow The Same As Today; Today The Same As Yesterday.
Dealing With The Same Situation, And Unchanging Feel To Each One.

Winter Has Crept Up,
I Can Already Feel It's Breath Down My Neck.
Three Blankets Can't Keep Me From Shivering,
And Another Makes Me Overheat.
Without An Anwser To The Delimma,
And With An Outlook Of Teenage Apathy,
I Sleep Terribly, And Awake To Repeat Tomarrow.

The Skies Cried Today.
They Grayed Into A Sheet Of
Lackluster White-And-Black,
And Emptied Themselves Down Upon An Equally
Gray Town.
A Town Where I Live, And Write These Gray Words,
Onto A Dull White Screen.

And, Having Set This For The World To See,
But For Friends To Notice,
I End My Ranting,
And Silence Myself Into The Hands Of A Fitful Sleep.
Goodnight.