Netflix

Backpack dragging me down, filled with the stress from the day

Eyes tired, mouth left with nothing to say

But as I open wide my front door, I smile

My flat screen sits, its been waiting awhile

Grabbing a blanket, I kick off my shoes

Greys Anatomy for 8 hours, that's what I'll do 

This poem is about: 
Me

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