It always seems that, right before a literature paper I'll find myself expounding on some sort of emotional stumble block.
The last time I find myself having this insatiable urge to inscribe some kind of appreciation composition for my dearest friends was a day before my common test literature papers; that I have, out of the blue, realized have been steadfast in their love and support.
What untimely, although not undeserving, urges.
And now, a day before my fabulous papers on Murders in Cathedrals and melancholic poems by our beloved Owen - indeed this urge comes creeping back. It gives me a lightly, chilled touch on my shoulder and I turn to see its dark grin.
And so, like some feeble fool lost in its mysteriously charismatic, heart stopping (or revision stopping) stare, here I am.
Here I am, frozen in this dispiriting, pervasive gloominess.
And to avoid (yet) another potentially emotional-hysterics-outpour, (not healthy for day-before-paper mental state) I have decidedly beaten a whole accusatory round around the tortured bush of this (actually rather blameless) "urge".
Hahaha.
True, I am perplexed -and hence tongue tied, finger tied (for typing) even- when it comes to you
Dear Lord, I give up. And hand it over to You.
tsesin 
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