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I dread fire-drill like last minute wake-ups


 

Awoken

Argh!
Damn phone alarm.
I gulp haste.
I open my school app - like an eyelid.
Invade my sanctuary, virtual tyranny.
Where's my focus?! 
*looking around for my coffee cup*
I feel like a bobble-head.
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