Shut This Stupid Door Up

Everyone is asleep

But I'm conscious


I've got it bad

And the door

It doens't help

Every time the air turns on

It begins to batter

Smash smash back and foward

Slightly hitting the frame

Slightly moving on the hinges

Slighty smacking

Slightly resounding throughout room

Slightly repeating over and over

Slightly noisy

Slightly upsetting

Slight insomnia

Slight addiction to Nyquil

Slight future liver problems


And I just realized

I can crack it open and it will stop.

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