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Sep 2016
I wake up early in the morning, but don’t bother leaving my bed
The mess inside my head effects my legs
It feels like I’m tied to the bed, but I don’t mind
It’s almost time to go to bed again
And I’m ready for bed
Because it’s not like I left it today anyways
monica
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