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It’s Monday morning,
I’m late again.
Why does this have to happen to me?
Disorganization.

Let me get inside your head,
What makes up this mind?
Let me show you I’m prepared,
One last time.

I have to impress everyone,
And show them I’m ok.
I can barely fake a smile.
I hate today.
Posted: 2006-01-04 00:02:34 UTC

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