the day i've been dreading
but also impatiently waiting for
the day with the three digits
is knocking on my door
the days flew fast
i hardly remember day one
but now here we are
ninety-nine days since
that silly little "one"
and i cannot put words
in any poetic form
my brain is stuck in paragraph
i blame university
its all a conspiracy
i refuse to choke because this feels
like a big deal
even though
it's just another day
writing poetry
like the ninety-nine i've already survived
this one will be just as meaningless as before
just another day
writing poetry
that doesn't even rhyme
it's day one-hundred
learn from me
be careful
what you do
with your precious
time.
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