Late again?

November 4, 2013

You want to know why I came late this morning?

I was up all night checking the damn locks 50 times each,

looking at every faucet in the house,

tapping on every electrical outlet,

pushing the light switches,

and being haunted by my own mind.

but just kill me for being 10 damn minutes late.

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