the joke
as i sit here alone in this crowded room full of smoke, everyones laughing, but i dont get the joke, their lips are all moving, yet i cant hear a thing, and my eyes now are burning as someone blows out a ring, where the hell am i anyhow? how did i arrive here? the stench here is sickening, smells like week old flat beer. am i dreaming or waking, is it daytime or night? in one corner, its snowing, to my left, no my right. i would ask but i dare not, they might think me insane. all these damned happy people, dont they know im in pain? as i sit here alone, in this crowded room full of smoke, everyones laughing, but i dont get the joke. but i dont get the joke, no i dont get the joke. i scream.the joke
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