I hate mornings. just hate them. I can barley stand them.
Why, u ask.
because I get up at quarter past six. then I fall back asleep. then I'm late for school and get detention.
Well no. none of that actually happened sooo I'm exaggerating a little bit.
not mocking about the hate thing though.
I hate mornings. bite me:-P
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PoetryIt makes absolutely no sense. It isn't a story, It has no plot. Its a poem, its a thought its a short story or a scene. It could be anything.
