Raised Questions

And oh, don’t you wanna love? And don’t you wanna feel? I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry, you were real.

You were so uptight, listen I don’t mind, I feel like I’m watching a car crash.

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Sitting at her desk, gazing at her papers, lyrics running through her head. She cannot reflect on the important things. She cannot focus on the assignments for tomorrow. She cannot seem to process that there is so much to do before the breaking point– less than 48 hours from then.

M, what’s going on? Are you alright? Not once, but twice. Care. The irony at the situation makes her giggle into her handkerchief but at the glare from the crone across the room, she stifles the noise and hastily turns it into a cough. She turns back to her papers.

A small heart is drawn in the upper left corner.

Well, here we go. She thought to herself.