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you ever get that gut feeling? achy but accurate. eyes travelling to his, bile rising in waves striking the shore of my mouth. taste as putrid as
my steps are too fast, my heart wants to dash, the dance of tradition, I still wont listen, I'm dancing away, I am stuck in my place, for I cannot win this race, my soul is bitter,
An empty room becomes full Men in suits with serious faces file in One by one They take their places at a long, round table "Can you get me a coffee sweetie?"