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Nails across the chalkboard of my soul?
The great wet blanket descending form on high
stress worms churning in the gut for two hours
of my too short life
thanks to all who chose to go home
the awkward meeting was put on hold
I doubt I will survive another such pass
I’m saving up some money
making a plan
to escape this cage.

Back and forth, back and forth,
this ship rock me back and forth

When we are wrapped in cold wet cloth
nothing is good
it clings strangely
it smells weird
it is unwelcome

Back and forth, back and forth,
this ship rock me back and forth

It is a manipulative wet blanket
and it cost me three month of sleep
raised my shoulders to my ears
called me names behind my back
told me many lies
made me run
made me run
made me run

Oh yeah that happened.