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It's currently 3:47am and my window is open. Which means the birds are now becoming nature's alarm clock. And that is just a wake up call that I did not ask for. The birds just keep singing and here I am typing this on an iPod that doesn't even belong to me. Hating the constant chirping of winged animals while I've been here watching Grey's Anatomy for hours on end. So I guess I am just a huge ***** for staying up late watching doctor shows. I'm not even sure if this is a poem. I'm just sick of the birds and feeling terrible for things I did late at night. If this was any other day.. I would have already shut off my alarm clock. Or just shout at the birds I guess.
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
Morning If Anything
It's currently 3:47am and my window is open. Which means the birds are now becoming nature's alarm clock. And that is just a wake up call that I did not ask for. The birds just keep singing and here I am typing this on an iPod that doesn't even belong to me. Hating the constant chirping of winged animals while I've been here watching Grey's Anatomy for hours on end. So I guess I am just a huge ***** for staying up late watching doctor shows. I'm not even sure if this is a poem. I'm just sick of the birds and feeling terrible for things I did late at night. If this was any other day.. I would have already shut off my alarm clock. Or just shout at the birds I guess.
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
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