I feel like I'm trapped.
Un-fulfillment weighs me down.
I don't like this town.
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The Many Flavours of Five-Seven-Five
PoetryA never-ending series of haikus with no particular theme or meaning. It's just pages and pages of random nonsense that go on forever and ever and ever and ever... Well, eventually they will.
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I feel like I'm trapped.
Un-fulfillment weighs me down.
I don't like this town.
