Dull days
Purposes present.
Purposes ignored.
Days slug on by
Everyday feels like an eternity
As I simply long for something so simple.
Yet seemingly moar...
Unattainable as each day passes.
The days literally feel like weeks.
And weeks, like years.
I'm blue.
Gym session's going well!
Hit the weights hard today.
Felt empty, but still had a driving force.
Concentration's the only thing lacking.
Doesn't help that it's very important.
So I'm here, typing away,
with no feeling in my last two digits
of my left hand.
Exam's coming up.
Anzac Day also.
I also found it, ironic.
Some things.
Enough from me.
Take it easy,
Mr. Jyamaigo
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