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I am back to square one. all my plan are trashed and wasted. I lay my head into the wall in which my back was leaning on
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Thoughts (if only i practice)
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That girl (is noisy)
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The irritablity of everything pisses me off
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I sighed (I have to think of something)
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But then a guard pulls me up
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Where are you taking me (i struggle )
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As the woman in a lab coat held a syring
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" Whats that?" I said in panic as the pitch of my voice heightened. She just smiled and flicked the needle twice.
(He is a baby for needles )
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