12/3/13
I pick tentatively at the bits of lint speckling my uniform; It's yellow tinted hue reflecting its age. A hand-me down to be straightforward.
A drawn out yawn escapes my cracked lips in a painful stretch. I guide my tongue over the broken surface. More sleep I guess. The tail end of the yawn rouses something deep within me, the sharp 'aww' sound sending a shiver through my body.
I turn to look at the teacher scribbling nonsense on the board. Something about math. I can never understand that, I'm better off staring at the ceiling.
She asks me something, but I don't register. I don't seem to register anything at the moment. Blank.
My eyes stay heavy deadweights, only dragging me down. But the more sleep isn't helping.
I'm unsure if it'll ever help
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