Deadline

Alex Sanchez
Dec 10, 2025
1 min read

Synopsis: A poem I made during my time as a creative writer for my English minor.

I don’t know what to do

The time flew

I played too many games

I fried my brains

I wish I could sleep till I die

But that is a weak man’s lie

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