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Tomorrow

The world strains my shoulders
Grating my skin, Bouncing back
The lady behind the desk says
“I’m here when you need me”
I doubt that

“don’t miss your education” she says
Whilst letting me miss out on lessons
Just think about something else
Count backwards from twenty
Picture happy in your head

Covering machinery with music
Transfering files of scars from the body to my head
There’s an error my files are corrupt
Pretty sure this rubbish is made up
Flashing lights state red

The changes co ordinate with the reign of hell.
One last time I’ll hear my shout
Clap trap and a jumble of words stream out
what I do today no one will find out

Tomorrow

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