The day starts out pretty okay But spirits take a quick nosedive When a loud clanging signals my impending doom Defeated, I trudge down the hall A heavy burden on my back I climb onto the smelly bus Before we leave, select people Race away, given sudden freedom I look longingly at those free souls And the bus pulls away Driving me closer and closer to my destination Once entered in the dark slimy building I shed my outer shell Along with my other companions Only to dive into a pool of torture Again and again I shower, trying desperately to Wash the stink of gloom away I emerge from that dark and slimy building Cold, shivering, but with a sense of triumph I am still alive |
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