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The Chair
The despair of knowing your just a chair
no matter what always there
there for them to sit
there for them to take a shit
always there in the same spot
there you sit, there you rot
you are inanimate object
just something else for them to infect
your just a chair, you cant feel
even when your fabric starts to peel
they tape up the rip
and continue to shit
on the chair,
that's always there
no matter what always there
there for them to sit
there for them to take a shit
always there in the same spot
there you sit, there you rot
you are inanimate object
just something else for them to infect
your just a chair, you cant feel
even when your fabric starts to peel
they tape up the rip
and continue to shit
on the chair,
that's always there
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