It's LateIts late and Im awakeWith nothing here to do.Theres no more depressing poetryTo write about you.My mind is rolling, butMy eyes are fogged up.I keep thinking about the dramaAt school and Linkin Park coming to Rupp.Its late and my poster of TransformersIs lookin real hot in my eyes.Oops...I just remembered. Poor Jaz dies.The heater is on and the computer is off.Wow. I dont seem sick anymore.Its been a while since I coughed.Well, the radio is too far away.I think Ill move it closer Another day.Its late and my back hurts.Im still bored with nothing
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