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Wake up, brush my teeth, find something to eatNotice that my plate is not yet full.When I walk outside into the crisp chilly spring airI find myself stumbling into obstacles.Tripping on my laces trying not to face this.The things in front of meStart to create a haze.
Walk to class, sit in classHope nobody notices the bouncing, shaky legs.Spilling out of the building, trying to catch my breath.Hurry you’ll be late
Repeat until the plate gets heavyWith the weight of trying to love meLove someone else.Remember to call my dadRemember to roll the diceRemember to practice.Socialization seems to be more workThen the assignments pile up around me.When I finally catch my breathIt’s time to sleepStaying up for hoursCatching up with myselfBecause her and I have not caught upIn daysShe is tiredThe plate is fullStarting to break, overflow, pile up.Before I knowIt starts all over in a few hours.