you wake up in the morning
to the wrong side of the bed
and that is the beginning
of another day of dread
it's only seven-thirty
and you wish this day would end
that's what life is like
when bad luck is your only friend
there is no companion
there is no best friend
there's only bad, bad luck
and it is happening again
nothing ever changes
unless it's for the worse
something is not happening
inside the universe
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