Dazed
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Aug 29, 2019
I sat down on my bed dazed and confused.
"I don't know what to do" I whispered to my self. Thoughts swirled in my head. I was tired from school. I got up to put on some fluffy pj's. I crawled back into bed as soon as my head hit the pillow I was fast asleep. My exhaustion took over me.
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