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Trapped in rooms with bland, white walls absently overhearing lessons supposedly pertinent to life      “the experience of being torn between two incompatible alternatives” Sigh of irony.      *“Symptoms of conflict:      inability to make decisions      general moral deterioration      avoidance of responsibility      taking the path of least resistance”* ***** this class.      I need a change of season,      a scorching sun,      a summer rain,      and roads that stretch for miles.      I need an escape      that doesn’t end so soon, But hours later, I’m stuck in a cold office, and both you and I know that data entry and phone calls will never distract our minds from pain. And our cold, distant communication,      if you could even call it that, brings a violent ache that floods my entire being. But I can’t fight anymore, so I have to sit back and wait. wait. wait.
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Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 10:10 AM UTC
get me out of here.
Trapped in rooms with bland, white walls absently overhearing lessons supposedly pertinent to life      “the experience of being torn between two incompatible alternatives” Sigh of irony.      *“Symptoms of conflict:      inability to make decisions      general moral deterioration      avoidance of responsibility      taking the path of least resistance”* ***** this class.      I need a change of season,      a scorching sun,      a summer rain,      and roads that stretch for miles.      I need an escape      that doesn’t end so soon, But hours later, I’m stuck in a cold office, and both you and I know that data entry and phone calls will never distract our minds from pain. And our cold, distant communication,      if you could even call it that, brings a violent ache that floods my entire being. But I can’t fight anymore, so I have to sit back and wait. wait. wait.
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Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 10:10 AM UTC
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