every day seems to be the same. a set cycle that repeats over and over again. wake up, get ready, go to school, go home. and i do the same thing the next day. school days pass by. a. b. c. d. and then we go back to a day. 

the days seem to be the same. lacking excitement, thrill, that rush of adrenaline that i crave. boring, bland, banal. that's what they are. these days that repeat like that one song on the radio. these days that repeat like a mother calling for her child. maybe one of these days i'll be surprised. excited. adrenalized. maybe. just maybe, the days won't seem the same. 

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