deepthoughts

Regain my Composure

The moment I hear the sound of the

alarm clock blaring,

I realize how much I hate school.

6 AM, get up, get up!

6:05, get up, get up!

Spring break is over, 

It's awaiting foreclosure,

now it is time for me to 

get out of my fourposter bed and

regain my composure.



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