Wednesday Monotony
It's a Wednesday in November
And I'm struggling to keep my eyes open
I must look a mess
My eyes are droopy
And my hair is unbrushed
I'll admit, I didn't try at all this morning
I would have rather stayed in my bed
And slept the day away
My least favorite classes all in one day
My teachers drone on
My eyes are getting heavier
And I'm tired, hungry, and thirsty all at the same time
Oh, this Wednesday monotony!
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