It was really nice talking to Abel...
after so long.

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I crafted this poem in 6 minutes before assembly this morning...
I am feeling much better now...after lots of sleep :D
I love the concept though...
Lalala

TIME OBSERVING ME
I am alive,
but dead.
Awake and walking.
Breathing yet suffocating.
My pace is both
Hurried and slow.
Without hesitation, I slave for
a sleepless master.
Oddly, I chained myself to the
shackles provided by this tyrant.
It has robbed me of
my life,
innocence,
and ability to run
Away.

I slog, strive, succeed
only in yawning more each day.
Then i feel Dejected, Elated and
Frustrated, Glee Like that
Moron. Nonsensical.
What sin have i committed
to deserve this death penalty?

Pounding and palpitating,
the clock sends ripples of urgency,
down
my
spine.
As time gently ticks,
so does this pen furiously race to the
end of this poem.
Was there a finishing line?
Maybe i ran pass it...
I finally stop,
and question myself...
Who am i, now?
Has the day just begun
or has
it
ended?