Sleep, hope not to wake up.
Wake up.
You have no new messages.
Pain in the ass.
Coffee machine stalls.
A horse called Frou-Frou.
Warm milk gone cold.
Draw and hope it looks artistic.
Bubble tea.
Brother and friend.
Noodles all over the place.
You have no new messages.
Here with these imperfections.
Guilty little black sheep.
/P.
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