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RODHIYAT IBRAHIM
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The world is on a stand-still,
And so am I.
While the clock is ticking,
In my bedroom I lie.
Worrying about my future,
Worrying about my fate,
Have I handed in my essay?
Oh, I handed it in late!
Quick! Type it up, submit it, stat!
Worrying until the day is done;
Where’s the fun in that?
So off I trot,
To my family.
My parents, my siblings and, of course, me!
Frantic thoughts gently float away,
Deep into the night and into the next day.
A never ending spiral,
Everyday is just the same.
But I keep it all together,
For at the end of the day
It’s just a game.
So then,
Begin again…

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