[ I don't like my writing style either, don't worry.. but i'm trying my best to make it good. Please Enjoy! ]
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Birds chirping are heard not so far away from the main bedroom, sun rays are starting to enter the room.

These little thing causes her to squint her eyes little by little, she doesn't like mornings. ever.
Looking at the other side of the bed to check her company, she was left alone. again..

She loves him and it hurts her to not see him every morning.
He who doesn't even stay before she stirs up, even though that he made it clear that 'He was just using her'.

Tears quickly came into her morning face, she quickly wiped it too.
Starting the morning as usual, making her coffee and looking at the wall in her living room.

She doesn't know how she keeps sane too.
Whilst she was drinking her now warm coffee, her thoughts drifted far away until she started to overthink.

She felt insecure...mornings like this are the one she hates the most, but these are her everyday morning.

If she can hate one thing, would it be him or her bad mornings that he caused?