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This room is loud and hazyare the walls closing in or am i going crazy?every stranger passing me byhas a similar smiling look in his eye.perhaps not a smile but a sauntering smirkthey are the princesand i am the jerkthese menacing figuresall seem to agreethat i am the jokeand the joke is on methis crowded air is too much to bearand my breathe is getting thini feel i must retireto a place that i have beenbehind a locked k**bwere i block out the sunlight and live like a slobthe world outside my bolted dooris not a place for me no morei much prefer my dark insideto a world full of strangers with no place to hide
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