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- A poem about sleeping and friendship by James Day
- I got up at eight today, I wish I was not alive.
- I got up at eight today, because I have no drive.
- I got up at eight today with whiskey in my cup.
- I went to bed at nine today because I have given too much to this world full of interesting people, but they never give back they just take and take and every time there's less of me to give and now I'm empty and used up.
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