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it is strangling, sucking out my inner self
till im nothing but a lifeless carcus
till my ashes drift away with the roaring wind
and become one with the apmosphere.
Wake up
eat
go to work
eat
work
eat
sleep
A cycle that sits on repeat
Five days a week
Car is cold? Crank the heat
Same song everyday, don't miss a beat
And this is the way I walk
The hallow faces of the student shells.
They were once human, just as I.
The taps of sneakers, heels, and flats
We are all locked in, by our own free will.
