a small poem, i've had time to think... Excited I was, to leave the world behind, Excited I’ve become not, not even with wine, The ugliness off the place, is perhaps not seen, By people who are hidden behind a great screen, The places are crowded and buildings obtuse, The nightlife is crazy, so many people let loose, The comforts of familiar, have not been forgotten about, So man the fuck up ben, and become another lout, I’ve been confused since I’ve got here, This place is not me, all I do is sneer, But I am here, and I should do something, I’ve moaned and been upset, you could say I’ve been grumpy, I miss all my hugs, my friends, and my life, I am worried constantly of getting into serious strife, I left a
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