By: Shelly (School of Mechanical, Aerospace and Civil Eng.)
Competition Year: 2014
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It's getting harder each passing days,
as I can't breathe normal

Promises that were never made, and the words left hanging
Stuck in the throat

The coffee went cold
The cakes never arrived
The instrument got broken
The surrounding turns grey

Missing several pages of the books
I no longer had the ability to focus well

With just shades of the spectrum
What's left were only the uncertainties
Of life and death

everything just fell apart and drifted away

And so did you.
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