They are back

and it feels mighty good that they are back.

The rush to finish them off, the endless nights and the canteen owner laughing all the way to bank.
They are back.
The pain in the hands and in the minds, and the cruel smiles of the people who design them.
They are back.
The chase for just another stupid thing, the urge to beat others and the wicked pleasure of some who doesn’t care.
They are back.

Duh! The exams are back. And I am not just bad at them but at poetry too.

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