From that torment of waiting your drown to the magazine’s to see if time
will pass any faster, you found yourself reading an article that was published
10 years ago, Feeling like that your stuck in this time pereaied that had a
hold of the building.
Or you consider that rank smell of the room, that always have that dentistry
smell to the place that just seem to worm there lining hands up your nose makes
your nose twang. Yet the men and women seem amuned to its stitch. What makes
its worse is that a member of the reception will bring in flowers to lighten up
the place but they become neglected and wither and dead, the odder of the stagnant
water seems to leave its own denting smell within the room.
By this points your
itching to exit and that’s when you see that exit sign that’s when it screams
at you get out! Run! But you don’t you stay till your seen and that seem to be
a sadness that lingers over our humanity.
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