It's rare,

that my brain works right.



over analyzing what that person said to me in third grade.

the hours tick by as I lay in bed,

waiting for the sun to rise,

forcing tomorrow to be different.

Pulling my smelly body out of the bed, early.

Take a hot shower and enjoy it.

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