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Running, sniffling nose
with no relief from tissues.
Freaking allergies.

The morning sun shines,
grows warmer all the day but
still the snow won't melt.

The sun sinks low, low
lower until out of view,
colors go with it.

A pounding headache
cruelly attacks my poor brain -
why I hate math tests.

Breezes blow my hair
whipping wildly 'round my head
in writhing tendrils.

Pen scratches against
empty lines and blank pages
with nothing to say.

Footsteps echo in
silent empty corridors
of my solitude.

Icy winds blow through
highways and narrow streets of
the suburbia.

Blue skies boil with light.
Cold, but welcoming is the
winter's gift of spring.

Excitement and joy
oh so giddy and hyper
with too much sugar.

Wracked with waves of pain.
Bloody hell this sucks. Why I
hate being female.

Harshly glaring sun
beats down through a façade of
my gothy darkness.

Moonlight shines through the
icy glass windows of your
Blue eyes and black skies.

Stretching joints, pained of
stupidly not stretching 'fore
yoga exercise.

Heed the Ides of March
and learn from Caesar's mistake:
don't get freaking stabbed.

A day of lounging.
Oh so enjoyable with
quiet relaxing.

Overload of green.
Oh, clovers and leprechauns,
but you're not Irish.

Metallic click of
tapping metal rings and glass
of too much jewelry.

Dum da di dum dum,
this song stuck in my head for
way too long a time.

Quickly losing my
inspiration for all these
cool at first ideas.

Holy crap, it's spring!
So why is there so much snow
still covering grass?

Description
Running, sniffling nose
with no relief from tissues.
Freaking allergies.

The morning sun shines,
grows warmer all the day but
still the snow won't melt.

The sun sinks low, low
lower until out of view,
colors go with it.

A pounding headache
cruelly attacks my poor brain -
why I hate math tests.

Breezes blow my hair
whipping wildly 'round my head
in writhing tendrils.

Pen scratches against
empty lines and blank pages
with nothing to say.

Footsteps echo in
silent empty corridors
of my solitude.

Icy winds blow through
highways and narrow streets of
the suburbia.

Blue skies boil with light.
Cold, but welcoming is the
winter's gift of spring.

Excitement and joy
oh so giddy and hyper
with too much sugar.

Wracked with waves of pain.
Bloody hell this sucks. Why I
hate being female.

Harshly glaring sun
beats down through a façade of
my gothy darkness.

Moonlight shines through the
icy glass windows of your
Blue eyes and black skies.

Stretching joints, pained of
stupidly not stretching 'fore
yoga exercise.

Heed the Ides of March
and learn from Caesar's mistake:
don't get freaking stabbed.

A day of lounging.
Oh so enjoyable with
quiet relaxing.

Overload of green.
Oh, clovers and leprechauns,
but you're not Irish.

Metallic click of
tapping metal rings and glass
of too much jewelry.

Dum da di dum dum,
this song stuck in my head for
way too long a time.

Quickly losing my
inspiration for all these
cool at first ideas.

Holy crap, it's spring!
So why is there so much snow
still covering grass?