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wakey wakey looking like a witch,
emotionally all things said sound like a bitch,
hair is pointing everywhere in tangles spread,
in the mirror your eyes only see a fucked shaped head,
yawning loud to smell your own breath,
waiting for coffee as feeling like death,
boiling water as it slowly heats,
with the brain pounding with pulsing beats,
looking at the clock confused about the digit,
looking closer to realize its legit,
the heart-rate increases as it spelled late,
feeling towards yourself a complete hate,
rushing around making more insane to match the hair,
finding two socks to make a pair,
throwing something on being the wrong way,
then running outside realizing its fucking Sunday,
turning around needing to pee,
then realizing you forgot your door key.