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Apr 2015
I layed down for a nap
and took a coma instead.
I fell asleep on your face
and woke up dead.

Jumped out of bed
at almost 5:30
and started putting on my work clothes
even though they were *****.

Flew down the stairs,
still totally impaired,
and the realization struck me like lightning
setting fire to my hairs.
Wait, when the hell am I?
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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