And now, a little poem I'd like to call...Awakening:
The panic that washes over you as you bolt upright in bed,
(it's awfully bright in here
oh god, oh god, i'm late to work, i was supposed to be there early today
why didn't someone call me?
oh that's right i'm new, they wouldn't have my cell phone
wait, that one guy does
oh god, oh god, where is my phone
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