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I want to scream.
I want to shout.
I cant get out.
I am overwhelmed.
Packed in, stacked in
Cant win
Nifghtmare
A loud crowd
wall not at all
cube
I hate this so much
Its rush hour
I have no powwer
Think of the carbon signature
of cars in jamlock for one hour or more daily. Can't get out. They call the human gridlock the ratrace. It lasts a lifetime. Good write - Stella