As I sit here bored and dull.
Pondering away as the world passes me by;
I've always wondered about what goes on beyond
my mind.
Watching 90's cartoons and eating sunflower seeds,
eyes bloodshot and lips so dry, how can I sleep anymore
while...everyone dreams so well..
Bugs digging into my skin and bothering me, but I ignore
and procede with my roleplay.
Simple yet slow, I wish only that a roleplay can be good enough
to my liking.
I now grow weary as I await for a call, but not hearing my phone
I still ponder at things even harder.
I gain a headache.
Now not only am I bored and sleepy...I've also gain some pain..
In my brain..oh why does this always happen?
Now I write this poem because I am bored...but....
I'm still bored...
stressed sweatdrop rofl mrgreen
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