These hours seem like years...
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I've been starting at this wall,
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wondering when it's going to take all of our libes.
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I'm just glad we have jokes.
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I think way too much back here.
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My eyes are slowly closing;
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boredom is causing this loss of interest.
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When will I awake?
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My eyes are slowly closing;
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boredom is causing this loss of interest.
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When will I awake?
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Asleep...
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This party of four includes three grown adluts and myself.
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The first adult is shy and wise enough
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to keep the second one away from conversation.
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(They're on a mission).
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Gender is not recognized.
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The third adlut is a male and talks too much.
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The stench of shit is in the air...
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The roomstorms with laughter...
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four turns to a hundred and the nosie is unbearable.
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"It's time, you are in hell, this place will kill itself soon!"
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I cry, and the hands surround me.
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Born into a hell... never wake to this.
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I cry, and the hands surround me.
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Born into a hell... never wake to this.
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I have experienced nothing,
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yet I fell the only one who has not done harm.
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If only I could understand how to change things...
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I can't fucking think.
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The noise is unbearable.
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I can't fucking think.
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The noise is unbearable.
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THE noise STOPS.
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Lost Perfection A) Coulrophobia
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Between The Buried And Me |