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Nov 2013
I don't know
what to do
I only know
that
I hate waking up well rested.
Not having to slip
-out of my bed
-tip toe out of my room.
i hate not being late to class.
you are
so
grumpy,
in the morning.
but it's okay.
i like the way it makes me feel;
unwanted.
Written by
Inga Rún  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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