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There came a moment in my life,
Where slowly,
Painfully,
I noticed,
Day after day,
i woke up.....
LATE

Very, very late.
About 12 hours of sleep to be precise.
Then it hit me,
As quickly as you can say am i just paranoid? or im just stoned?
I found out,
I had no reason,
to wake up early..... or so i think.
In fact, my body refuse to go through that phase anymore.
I have no girlfriend to cuddle with,
I got no dog to get me beer on the fridge,
Got no allowance and whatnot.

Why would i care if i'll be having breakfast at noon?
Im not happy, to be perfectly honest.
Maybe a little adventure would regain my consciousness .
I just hoped, that it'll not end in another..... heartbeat

note: this note is written last year, in the summer of '09