like a weed
it twists and twirls and stretches its arms.
it reaches and grabs and chokes.
it crawls and grows and creeps and swirls,
its outstretched limbs strong and sturdy
it strangles, it traps,
it damages, it kills.
it smothers, it rips,
it destroys, it harms.
it rips out your heart and destroys your soul.
how do you crawl out from a hectare of thorns?
how do you escape from its sweeping tendrils?
how do you recover from its vice-like grip?
the exam blues have killed and is damaging still.
there's no escaping the insiduous scourge
of the exam blues.
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seriously, exams are bad. so many people around me are emo-ing now, including myself. emo emo emo.
an extreme case was about 3 weeks ago some scholar from my school committed suicide from a place less than 2km away from my house.
people cry. people weep.
let this all go away.
