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Confused
Have you ever gotten up and not felt quite right? It’s like everything is starting from the evening first. You look outside and it still seems like it’s night. Things are just beginning, and you think of the worst. Maybe you fell back asleep, or your alarm didn’t ring. Or you hit your head on something and passed out. Whatever you did, you can’t remember anything. You’re a little fuzzy on what this is all about. You slowly remember bits and pieces from before, And start to realize that you never set your clock. The last thing you remember is walking into a door, And falling down the stairs onto a very large rock. When you opened your eyes, you were in bed, But you don’t remember, at all, how you got there. This is really beginning to mess with your head, And you start to rub your hands through your hair. You feel what seem to be stitches and quite a bump. Who it was that fixed you up, you have no clue. If you could just remember, you’d get over this hump, And figure out the story of what happened to you. You suppose it’s not important, seeing as how you’re alive. The fact of the matter is, this happens every night. The scene is over and it’s the end of Act Five. The audience applauds as you step into the spotlight.
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