Bug

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This despicable hindrance 
Had my life on track
But ever since I got struck
I’ve been moving backwards
Time is of the essence
Which for me is insufficient 
A moutain to climb 
In so little time
Made worse with a curse
No, that’s just too much
A bug to put it simply
I can’t think straight
Especially with this headache
Sweet routine, collapsed desire
Broken drive
Really I can go on and on
The effects of this nuisance 
I won’t say this is luck
I don’t believe in luck
I just know that i’m stuck
With this annoying bug.

168 hours

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This week marks the culmination
A reward of patience
Though this is just the begining
This is fate
I tell myself to forget the past
Open my mind and start a new chapter
Im prepared for the hard work
More so for what comes after
But first I need to get through this obstacle
The longest week ever
Or so it may feel like
I feel like an old prince
My throne is overdue
I must act. I have no time to think
If I can just get through these 168 hours
Then i’ll feel like a king

Elle est Belle

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Elle est Belle
Je Commence
Excusez moi mademoiselle
Comment tu t’appelles?
And that’s where I stop
Must be her French allure
Her pull
She has me
All these thoughts come crashing
kamikaze
Bonjour
Je ne parle pas francais
Simply apology
All I know is Elle est Belle
For love is a four letter word
I can say, I can spell
Just not in French

Rectify

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Harsh reality
I learnt that the hard way
Stricken with anxiety
I chase my desires
Dive into a world full of fallacies
I wonder how long I will last
On temporary remedies
Searching for answers within my memories
I fall to my knees
I answer the call to prayer
I so often neglected
The idea of religion being a form of medication
I once rejected
I’m drawn in my time of need
All I have is God
I remind myself everytime I fall
And when it’s time, I answer the call.
To prayer.

Black Tea

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Constant pressure on my conscience

I’m such a mess. Mentally. Physically

I can’t pretend anymore

Watch my smile diminish

A blank stare, when you look at me.

False hope, I only thought because I was bored

Ah, the wonders of an idle mind

Stuck in a black hole

How am I ever going to pull myself back up this time?

Life still has its perks, I guess

I’m going to do what I always do

And just hope that it works

For I really can’t deal with the anxiety

But what I really need,

I need my Bed, Pen, Notepad

And some Black Tea.