I am on the tram and I
am thinking what will I do.
The stops go by through the window but I don't notice and I don't know
which stop we are about to arrive at and if this keeps up then I will
miss my stop for work if I have not already. So I am thinking what will
I do.
My clothes are gray. I don't want to get off
the tram.
I don't want to get off the tram and go to my desk and open my drawer
to get my pencil and hear my drawer tell me to kill myself.
I am on the verge of not keeping anything in my drawers anymore. I don't
know what will happen when I make that decision, but I know that I was
not meant to have to deal with drawers like these.
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