narrative
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Lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling
The fan turned on full blast and the radio blaring
From afternoon to until the sun came down

Lying on my bed in the dark
Still staring at the ceiling, unseeing
The fan still turned on full blast
The radio still blaring
Now waiting for night to turn to morning

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