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A Room That I Go To

i ought to be having fun here i am in a pile named bill i wish i was relaxing in the sun here i am banging my head and getting ill there is a Room that i go to where Prayer is The Ultimate Trip there is a Wonderful Person that i Throw To He is just the Hippest of The Hip i ought to be enjoying the view here i am drowning in more cold stress that will soon be the death of me i wish i was taking in skies with the perfect hue of blue here i am allowing more heavily weighted ice cold anvils to take what is left of the breath of me there is a Room that i go to where Prayer Provides The Perfectly Adequate Space there is a Wonderful Person that i Throw To MAN DO I FULLY WELCOME HIS EVERY EMBRACE!

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