It's cold and my bed's wet
From leaving the window cracked
My sheets and my pillows are wacked
But I'm learning to deal with that
That and the realer fact
That college throws insperation
And resources into crap
I'm sharing a room with a scale of rats
No money for textbooks and my best look
Best book is mashed up from an 80's old dress book
But at least I'm still creating
Making something that I hope to go down in these history pages
And patience
It's worth a saying
Unaudable
And my girlfriend left me
That's making me
I wanna do me
Only wanna do me
My caramel complexion
Tis perfection
Busy eyebrows accent
My style my smile
Composed from a slurry of events

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