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Alone in the crowd

 
Home is a just a house these days
been smoking shit to keep myself out of it
smoked a couple of joints today
and thoughts dwells like a parasite
got my ass laid on this bench,
got my bag on the table.
faceless faces roaming around and talking loudly into my ears.
To my right at the counter they sell food
but it ain't no good
ain't got money to buy em either.

Fuck it , what is this place all about?
is there a board here?

and I look back
on top of the wall it say 'cafeteria'
manisha
Written by manisha (cyanide kid)
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