I feel dead desperate now. Not in the mood to finish my essay.
Nothing seems significant at all. I feel like I'm writing dribble.
I just want to sleep. And wake up in my room. I wish I don't have to take all these emotions in
at a juncture where my hands are full.
O God can't you take these all
and put it on yourself?
What stops me from surrendering all?
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