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Alarm

This is the first thing I’ve written in a while.

By Molly Caitlin LongPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Irish step dance music is playing far louder than my ears want to hear it

I open my eyes

it's 6:45

I press stop

I tell myself I'll be up in a few minutes knowing damn well it'll be a few hours

just like yesterday

I open my eyes

it's 9 o'clock in the morning

I'll just check my phone before I get up

and I'll check it again

and again and again and again

just in case

how is 12:30 already!?

I need to get out of bed

staying in bed is what sad people do and I don't wanna be sad but

I can't get out of this bed

why am I chained to this bed

I sit up

it's pointless there's nothing to do today anyway

I guess I'll stay sad

I mean in bed

sad poetry
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Molly Caitlin Long

22 - Artist - Poet - Fiction & Fantasy

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