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Aug 2010
I opened my eyes and tried to stand
The ringing stopped, it's 8 am.
I looked at the kitchen door
I want to eat
but everything is moving
except my feet
I'm really tired although I slept
I felt like I traveled the world
while I was in bed
Finally, I'm there
standing in the kitchen
There's nothing but food, I care.
I looked in the fridge
I looked in the cupboard
I'm sick of sandwiches
There must be more choices I thought
So there you go
scrambled eggs and toast
It would have been better
if I have blueberries
or something more on the toast
like beef that I would roast

**** i'm late for school.
Written by
Christoph Wong
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