This isn't really anything, but I'd like to think it's Literature. This was very much just a random thought I followed.
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A sticky sweet veil layered my face as I walked, crusty eyed and heavy lidded, from my nest- my peace. I attacked my very own obnoxious, mechanical rooster, taking vengeance on it's horrible, cawing pulse. Unenthusiastic, unmotivated, undead, I slammed the bedroom door open; the battery acid in my mouth churned. My limp hair spewed out in random angles: a haystack in tornado alley. The sky was dark, and cast gloomy half light over the ground. Shadows danced before me, tempting me into their secure dark with promises of rest. Halfheartedly, I flicked on the bathroom light, destroying the shadows but not my exhaustion. I gazed blankly at my self in the finger print covered mirror, mounted on stark white walls.
Oh, how I love mornings!
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A sticky sweet veil layered my face as I walked, crusty eyed and heavy lidded, from my nest- my peace. I attacked my very own obnoxious, mechanical rooster, taking vengeance on it's horrible, cawing pulse. Unenthusiastic, unmotivated, undead, I slammed the bedroom door open; the battery acid in my mouth churned. My limp hair spewed out in random angles: a haystack in tornado alley. The sky was dark, and cast gloomy half light over the ground. Shadows danced before me, tempting me into their secure dark with promises of rest. Halfheartedly, I flicked on the bathroom light, destroying the shadows but not my exhaustion. I gazed blankly at my self in the finger print covered mirror, mounted on stark white walls.
Oh, how I love mornings!
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