open doors
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I will wake up early,
collect my books,
and swing my computer bag over my shoulder.
I will open my locker,
shove my book on the top shelve,
and drink my coffee on the way to class.
And what exactly do I do?
I’ve played the game to it's extent
And know the plays to their purest form,
But now I am left defenseless,
Or offense-less in this case.
There is no deception,
