I feel like I'm stuck in a
bad video game, like Pong,
from the first Atari.
And I'm that little dot that
gets ponged back and forth.
Life is like a scene from Dante's
inferno...Abandon all hope...
I need mountains, the Ocean,
and the breath of eight week
old puppies.
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