it was awfully crowded from within. which reminded me to stay thin. here i was painfully confined. while tons of humanity crushed my behind. i think i am getting sick. to get out i need a pogo stick. finally the doors open and i can confide, how i did it? im now outside.
Reason for writing:
this is a common experience riding subways during rush hour in new york.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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