The night accelerates, when you need it most.

These quills will jolt and penetrate.
Some pass, while others can’t relate.
I stood hopelessly myself.
You hate when it gets this close.
And I know the blank look you put on,
like some concertina wire.
In here I try to change my life,
I hit the same wall every time.

Back to Nautical College for phase three tomorrow. I’m not really in the best place to be honest. I hope in a months time, I can look back at it and laugh.

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