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My self
The masses are out,
Me, standing still,
Watching them
Running rings round me.
A dizzy feeling overcomes,
I stumble,
Disorientated,
Overwhelmed by the crowd,
Struggling to find a hole
In which to climb,
Too many voices
Curtailing thought,
Stamping with their feet,
Stamping with their minds,
Trying to r...
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