19 years and nothing to show for it,
But caustic thoughts and a biting wit
The ground falls out from under my feet,
I'm running on empty. Try. Fail. Repeat.
I can't see. Am I blind?
I'm so sick of this grind
There's no escaping
I'm being eaten alive
Onwards we march
We're going into the hive
Our only fear
Indoctrination
How can I live,
In this heathen nation?
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