Tuesday: 4 PM… once upon my midnight dreary as I sat hibernating with a bottle of Jose Cuervo, after tripping over my shadow in a nocturnal dance desecrating my creeping insomnia. An acolyte of the dark academia, until the final page is full, or the darkness finally scribbles out my name, with a symphony whispering to the daffodils.
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