bored

bored

I woke up, I think,  or did I?

Yesterday I did the same.

Tommorow  will I do it?

will I do it?

Again and again and again.

Each time I look in the mirror.

See the same person looking at me.

That person smiles and I wonder?

Why is he wearing the same clothes as me?

The diffrence is.

He is left handed and wears his ring on the right.

But if he stare at me again like he has been doing.

Im sure it will end in a fight.

This happens all too often. be going on now for years

The same thing every morning.

Now I am bored to tears.

Ps........I think he is?

 

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