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Days Gone By


I used to lay in bed at night counting all the sheep, but now i lay in bed counting the assignments due by Sunday. Nights were for the fireflies the ones I used to catch. Just a few blocks away in a diner, where people tale the only thing that keeps me from lying in the street.
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