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Good F***ing morning!

The golden sun shines down on me in the morning, showing me what k have been missing all this time.

The morning birds sing their song at the tip if their voice, feeding the world compliments.

I awaken ... WITH A HEADACHE FROM THE HEAT AND CONSTANT TWEETS.

I open the window and drag that bird in with a simple twist, crack the tweeting stops.

I'll close the window and the curtains and return to the shadows of eternal sleep in peace.
Written by DeathnoteWhovian
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