Here is a brief break from The Kangraffs’ Curse for a new poem.  Don’t worry; there will be a new chapter tomorrow :)

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Wide-eyed girl
In a big, new world
Steps into the office realm
And her aspirations crumble.

Stick it out, hold on,
You’ve got a good deal here.
Stay strong, plod on,
At least make it a year.

The cold numb sits inside;
Fake smile, dull eyes,
Headache pounds a question:
“Is this all there is to life?”

Stick it out, hold on,
You’ve got a good deal here.
Stay strong, plod on,
At least make it a year.

Fall into bed at 8 pm–
Apathetic insomniac
With a sleep-all-day,
Run-all-night brain.

Stick it out, hold on,
You’ve got a good deal here.
Stay strong, plod on,
At least make it a year.

But how long ’til dreams dwindle,
‘Til her shrinking well of hope’s drained?
Her spark’s almost too weak to rekindle.
How long ’til all joy’s buried?

Stick it out, hold on,
You’ve got a good deal here.
Stay strong, plod on,
At least make it a year.