i like waking up to mornings
of rainstorms hurricaning outside my window
the rain fastly thickly splatters against the glass
as little bullets that can eventually crack
	the invisible protection to sharp pieces
the wind howling in all directions
twisting its force to lift me out of bed
	while i'm still sleeping

i like waking up to horrible mornings
so i can start my regular horrid days

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