You open your eyes,
Today might be the day.
You go through the routine
Making yourself look pretty and clean
With nothing to say
And no one to say it to, anyways.
You feel a little sick, so you let out a cough
Vitamins, orange juice, and then you're off.
You come back with a weight on your chin
Your limbs seem heavier
You've lost that grin
You feel a little off, so you let out a sneeze
Irritated, hushing the rustling leaves
You slave at your desk
And then let out a sigh...
Today wasn't the day,
You close your eyes.
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