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Aug 2018
I know I'm not a morning person
Not am I one at night
I'm not quite sure just what I am,
'Cause nothing feels quite right.

The night-time makes my eyelids droop
The mornings seem to crawl.
Not a morning or a night person–
I don't think I'm a person at all.


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I'm secretly a bat
this is the result of poorly organized and divided notes and doodles

Happy Halloween!
Specs
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Specs  19/F/West
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