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Jun 2019
it's morning and i'm awake
count up all my pills to take
eyes are bleary
bones still weary
but it's morning and I'm awake.
no breakfast for me
no coffee or tea
i'm still tired
wish i was wired
i'm running late
for a not-very-important date
my morning "routine" on weekdays.
Anastasia
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Anastasia  19/F
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