Cruel and unforgiving grind,
Being harried and hassled by these academics,
Slowly losing track of my mind,
Can’t control myself as I slip into hysterics,
Everyday I own up efficiently to the grind,
But immediately they see my flaws they scream histrionics,
I cross myself and pray I don’t become blind,
To those flaws lest they bury me before I finish writing these lyrics,
I try hard cause I don’t want to be left behind,
Losing touch with reality; I now connect more with mystics,
But still in my sober state the perfect balance I try to find,
Redeem myself with my pen; on this paper I let it perform calisthenics
Author: Ghoul
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This was so beautifully penned. I’m impressed.
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The grind is real, the struggle is unending but still, we move๐ช
So beautifully written.
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This is a very beautiful read, aptly written
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