My Fix
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Awoken in morning
There’s nothing to do
No missed phone calls
Think of nothing but you

The day is filled
With tasks so mundane
That everyday life,
Starts feeling like pain

Until the day comes along
Where I find my FIX
Which acts as my special something
And  gives me just the right amount of mix

From then on out
I start to feel better
The life I now lead
Comforts me like a sweater