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The Cycle I stumble to my room After a long day of wading through papers, emails, classmates, Collapse in my bed And crash into a restless of dreams. BLEEP-BLEEP-BLEEP-BLEEP-BLEEP- BLEEP-BLEEP-BLEEP-BLEEP-BLEEP! My alarm shrilly screams Rudely waking me to another day And I trip over to my bookcase to turn off the offensive sound, More out of habit than anything else. Homeroom, lunch, classes, conversation, the bus ride home, All pass by in a grayish blur, Home, dinner, completing work, Writing essays with pages reaching to the moon, My day mirroring the one before And setting a pattern for the ones to follow. Once again I stumble to sleep And the cycle continues. 
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