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\n<\/span>Or maybe it was Monday?<\/span>
\n<\/span>It is hard to keep track.<\/span>
\n<\/span>I wake up to the chatter of voices<\/span>
\n<\/span>Bustling about the corridors,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Going about their routine.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Just another day.<\/span>
\n<\/span>At least I tell myself so.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Deep inside my brain,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Cerebrum’s having a party.<\/span>
\n<\/span>A million thoughts abuzz,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Floating around in a daze.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Whispers of distress,<\/span>
\n<\/span>A sliver of happiness,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Little streaks of anger,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Shrouded in self-loathing.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>The day goes by in a haze,<\/span>
\n<\/span>One class after the other,<\/span>
\n<\/span>One thought after the other,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Joining in on the <\/span>clamour<\/span>.<\/span>
\n<\/span>I find myself back in my room,<\/span>
\n<\/span>And trudge down to the shower,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Hoping that H2O,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Will cleanse all the clutter.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>As I settle in for the night,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Praying that the battle is over,<\/span>
\n<\/span>A glimmer of hope survives,<\/span>
\n<\/span>That tomorrow shall be better.<\/span>
\n<\/span>I wake up to the same chatter,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Drowning the horrors of my nightmare,<\/span>
\n<\/span>Calm <\/span>down, I<\/span> tell myself.<\/span>
\n<\/span>It’s just another day.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n