Woes of a Freshman

Woes of a Freshman

There’s not much to me right now,
I don’t think I can go on like Thomas,
I’ve failed, and I can see mum’s disappointed face.

Life is not easy, but no one said it was pure torture.
I want to stop living for a moment,
Want to stop feeling so out of breath.

My situation is no longer fixable,
If I probate,
I’m done.
First Class or not.

I hope I can still make it,
I hope I can soar…
If not, it was all for naught

*woes of a freshman*

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