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good.Times

I've had not a single day for myself (let alone to rest).

It's been 2 weeks since school reopened, and I'm already feeling the pressure.
Pressure to perform, and how the past taunts me like that.

But more troubling than that, is how I hate myself sometimes.

The once "small-soft-spoken-gentle-boy", is...

..well...

..small, and still (therefore), a boy.

Yet more often than not,

I'm referred to be like how stones rattle in an empty tin can.

God...

I miss my old self,

and the good times.