waywardbucky

Emperor’s New College

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tokyodoll13:

English Majors:

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Architecture Majors:

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Music Majors:

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Engineering Majors:

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Mathematics Majors:

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Theater Majors:

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Latin American Studies Majors:

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Linguistics Majors:

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History Majors:

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Religious Studies Majors:

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Law Students:

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Chemistry Majors:

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Women & Gender Studies Majors:

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Anthropology Majors:

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Sociology Majors:

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Philosophy Majors:

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Geology Majors:

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Economics Majors:

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Classics Majors:

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Government Majors:

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I fell apart at Government Majors

art majors??? :)

Hiding Away

Hidden
Sheltered in my non existent realm of solitude.
The peace is almost all consuming.
I can feel it calming me, slowing my heart rate down.
Slow waves roll in then out. The feeling so out of place with the stone and flames that are surrounding my broken chest.
In. Out. I feel where my breath comes in, I see it as it goes out.
Yet nothing.
This unconscious action brings me no release, no anything.
It seams almost pointless. The definition of madness is doing the same thing time and time again yet expecting a different result.
Mad? Is that what I am?
As breathe I do, each and every day, waiting for it to get better.
Hoping that a miracle will occur.
That one day I’ll actually feel the oxygen bring life into my lungs and I’ll be healed.
That the nothingness will be replaced, will be banished, never to return again.
That one day I will be able to walk away from this oxymoronic state.