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I laid in bed staring at the ceiling,
And I realized something terrifying,
'I need to leave this small town with small people with small minds and judging personalities'
I realized the people here are terrible and unexcepting,
And rather bland and boring,
Where I'm from we party all night and sleep all day,
Frankly I need to leave before my mind explodes.

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