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Study?

This place smells stale,

actually it smells like horrible.

Who am I trying to kid?

Ding- goes the elevator,

here come more people.

All forced here.

No where to go.

Crowded.

Uncomfortable.

Eerie silence.

Stiff chairs

Ding-goes the elevator,

here comes more people.

Lights flicker,

No air circulation.

Cold cement walls.

Stuck.

Ding-goes the elevator,

here comes more people.

Focus.

Distracted.

Annoyed.

Leaving.

Goodbye library.

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