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because i felt inspired in cyclone sams
i say for three hours in a dark room that was not dark for my benefit but for that of the screaming teenagers and crying children stepping through the door forgetting reality for a grand total of two minutes and twenty-five seconds i was an innocent bystander hoping for something to kick in so i too could isolate myself from the truth- my focus is far to intune to the place i sit in this dark room i know why the noises screech and i can place every blinking light because unlike the 1589 people that have walked into this darkroom entrusting their lives to a couple of people they don't even know- this is my reality... a reality i don't escape by walking out into the light- so for three house i'll watch the shadows on the walls and think about how at the end of the day all i've become is paperwork to the guys collecting money- that is (of course) until one person walks through my door with a smile and a sentence on their lips much like- "wow, what a great job your doing!" and in that moment- being paperwork to greedy hands has nothing on my smile and two minutes and twenty-five seconds is just enough time to jump from realty...
