Monday

Waking up on a monday after a Saturday of dancing and a sunday of doing nothing but stay alone in my bed my happy thoughts keeping me company the world reduced to nothing but the tick-toc of my clock reminding me that the night draws near and on its tail chasing like a happy demon from the depths of hell the sun with her rays like shards of glass, ripping through my curtains piercing my eyes, forcing me to wake up and face the day, and deal with people and solve problems and smile and laugh and deal with people.. Is the worst torture of all

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