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[wookieeslayer]

legs crossed in empty auditoriums.
filled with mindless chatter.
chlorine filled mouths.
leaving yourself short of breath,
expelling vomit.
you're waiting for whats going to happen next,
and i'm hoping the sink doesn't explode.
i'm wondering how i got here.

walking backwards, tracing steps,
trying to prevent the ammonia and bleach from mixing,
but i still can't breathe.
i still end up in the same place.

while you're waiting for tomorrow,
i can already see it.
i'm waiting for the mindless chatter to end,
for the day i can't predict,
for something different.