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I walk down the hallway in an upright position

My spinal cord is straight

And it makes me feel better

I see my reflection in the door at the end

It’s glass

I look tall

I look thin

I look alright

It’s an automatic door

This hallway is long

I can see myself walking

Passing doors on the left

And doors on the right

I feel good for some reason

I don’t really know

No really, I don’t

It’s okay though

I go inside my house and I lay on my bed

I think about my life for a change

Not what’s happened now

But what’s happened then

I remember I never used to walk upright

I was ugly

I was laughed at I’m sure

And I think

What the hell

Knowledge is gained through age

It’s the truth

We should respect our elders I think

It’s sad that in America we don’t.

We care about ourselves, and our wellness.

I open my eyes

I sit up

My back is straight

I stretch

It feels good

I feel happy for some reason

It’s nice

I smile

I lay back down

And go to sleep

Last thoughts before sleeping in