DiplomaMature

Eighth volume of poetry.

kinda lost
in a world
of stress
and exhaustion
Dragging up
to hollow eyes
Strive
and work
for as close
to perfect
as possible
Dangling
a piece
of paper
of all
we amount to
all the time
work
anxiety
stress
all of it
a measly
piece
of paper
Telling
my worth
wherever
I go
Academia
doesn't
let go
not
if you burn it
not
if you quit
not
ever
So long
as you breathe
that paper
is all
that you are

The End

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