One night sleeping on my arm,
I woke up, In the middle of it.
One day writing my paper,
I stood up, in the middle of it.
Was it a nightmare, or the fear to fail,
I don't know, I don't care,
For all I know is
My Pinky is numb,
I can see it, but, I can't feel it
My Pinky is dead,
I can feel the pins and pricks.
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