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Aug 2019
Every moring
Uggh
I don't want to walk up
The sun
Bring me dread
As i force myself to wake up
To face the day at
The crack of dawn
Wont there be relief.
Starry
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Starry  30/F/Ottaww
(30/F/Ottaww)   
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   Eva syed and Bogdan Dragos
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