A breeze directed at me
as i sit my room
a tomb of smelly roomate
echos in the hallway
what was that?
guitar riffs next door?
stop that nathen, its only 11am
hunger pangs of being first year
mid-term at 12:30
have i studied enough? will i fail?
ask the magic eightball
no answer
my fans breeze is all i hear
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