My Escape

Times are hard when least expected

My escape is when in my dorm 

I can relax and catch up on hobbies

No class troubles, no class forms

The stress free moments is what I've suspected.


My escape is when I am alone

No more class work stress, no more meeting in lobbies

It would be nice to have a clone

Although I know it cannot be formed

I can still enjoy my life, struggling or free

I know I can live with with my escape.

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Very relatable! I don't if you meant to put two "with"s at the end, but overall, I like this.

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