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The rudest awakening, Alarm clock beckons. From bliss to reality, in two nasty seconds. Early winter mornings, an unnatural time. So dark and depressing is this great British clime. The air is freezing. The heating is broken. It's to this Baltic ******** that I am awoken. Skin's hypersensitive and lights are too bright. Noises too noisy, Take me back to the night. Forced out of bed, and all just for money. But as everyone knows, no money, no honey.
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Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
The Rudest Awakening
The rudest awakening, Alarm clock beckons. From bliss to reality, in two nasty seconds. Early winter mornings, an unnatural time. So dark and depressing is this great British clime. The air is freezing. The heating is broken. It's to this Baltic ******** that I am awoken. Skin's hypersensitive and lights are too bright. Noises too noisy, Take me back to the night. Forced out of bed, and all just for money. But as everyone knows, no money, no honey.
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Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
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