Hand is Falling

Hand is falling

Everyday, I grab a pen or pencil.
With it I scribble words all over a page or two.
It becomes a pattern, a routine.

I read and write, every night.
Till I had enough.

My hand is falling

Change pen color n highlighter,
To mark up important things.
It's too much for my hand!

Hand is falling off!

Oh,
When will this end? Perhaps it'll end with I leave?
Or will it end when I've had enough?
My poor hand.

My hand is falling off!!

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