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Woke up With my eyes stuck together and my lips dry and my body stiff I rubbed my face and my eyelids  almost closing again i walked upstairs and walked into my room and clothes laying eveywhere grabbed a big sweater and brought it over my head and slipped my arms through messed up my messy hair and walked in to the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror my mustache reaching the top of my grey lips and my stubble growing in slowly    walked out of the bathroom left the light on and into the kitchen i yawned,it left me  feeling weake opened up the cuboards took out the coffee walked over a basket with bread and took a slice made the coffe and let it  to boil put the bread in the toaster and let it to toast looked out my window and the blue sky moving slowly with the clouds fluttering along the trees turned yellow and the streets wet,for it rained the toast popped out and coffe was made sat on the table rubbed my face the coffee steam raveling my nose and my teeth ready to taste the crunsh of white toast i thought about the day and smiled...
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Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
Coffee Need
Woke up With my eyes stuck together and my lips dry and my body stiff I rubbed my face and my eyelids  almost closing again i walked upstairs and walked into my room and clothes laying eveywhere grabbed a big sweater and brought it over my head and slipped my arms through messed up my messy hair and walked in to the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror my mustache reaching the top of my grey lips and my stubble growing in slowly    walked out of the bathroom left the light on and into the kitchen i yawned,it left me  feeling weake opened up the cuboards took out the coffee walked over a basket with bread and took a slice made the coffe and let it  to boil put the bread in the toaster and let it to toast looked out my window and the blue sky moving slowly with the clouds fluttering along the trees turned yellow and the streets wet,for it rained the toast popped out and coffe was made sat on the table rubbed my face the coffee steam raveling my nose and my teeth ready to taste the crunsh of white toast i thought about the day and smiled...
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Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
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