waking up is like climbing up a mountain. i usually just end up sledding down it. the alarm goes off and i tell myself i'll get up in an hour
another hour
another hour
another hour
another hour
another hour
until it's one o'clock or two o'clock or three o'clock or even four o'clock
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My Life and Other Sad Things
Poetryhighest ranking #1 in Poetry a true story about sadness, fear, pain and overwhelming love we are all flowers beautiful and soft to touch broken by the stem #Compelete 11,555 words
