Me, Myself, and I

Menotony

I've forgotten me

This homework load has got me stressing

God please this isn't a blessing

They say it's for the best

But I, for one, digress

 

I need a boost

I feel like a recluse

Hours and hours sitting at a desk

Hours and hours hoping for death

Why does society do this to its youth?

Why can't we just know the truth

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