A day in my life.
A day in my life is pretty boring,
wake up, go to school, get told off for drawing.
Come home, go swimming,
do relays in which I aint winning.
Home again, eat dinner
feed the plant which smells of rotten liver.
Night time now, I listen to music
for too hours straight until my parents lose it.
Brushing my teeth and into bed,
the music still playing in my head.
I say goodnight at 9 o'clock,
shuffling in my bed, take off my socks.
Lay there for a few more hours,
thinking about how the average person takes 7 minutes to sleep, I wish I had such superpowers!
Now I'm finally drifting into the waves of sleep,
slowly sinking, sinking into the deep.
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