Hallways of Chaos


United States
44° 13' 8.022" N, 123° 18' 52.218" W

People everywhere.
Loud noises.
I'm too cold and too hot.
It's too difficult to speak.
Oxygen has abandoned my lungs.
Where am I going?
Did I just bump into someone?
Something just hit me in the face.
I just got roughly pushed.
Flipping the bird to sophomoric dumbasses.
Hate for them all.
Want them to plummet into my pits of dispair.
Take my place.
You bastards deserve pain.
Someone needs to die.
It will most likely be myself.
I'll pull the trigger gladly.
Why stay alive
when I receive so much anguish
from these dark hallways alone?


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