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i am strolling along a travelator, people glide gracefully, seemingly defying all the laws of friction and gravity. however i do not move nearly as gracefully, as i am only walking along the conveyor belt.

there is nothing much on me, a light cotton piece of $#^%# and a pair of shorts. my empty hands grasp the metal railing and upon feeling its cold-heartedness, i am overwhemled with commiseration. such a hard heart cannot withstand the pressure of society, i simply do not understand why such a being would exsist.

after my breif period of saddness and shedding some sorrowful tears, it dawns upon me that everyone around me is staring wide-eye at my direction. they also have their digital cameras pointed at me. i take my defensive stance and brace myself for any unexpected movements. my senses are heightened and i am ready to take on any resistance. with my forceful vocals, i let out a battle cry and charge aimlessly towards the crowd in front of me. they are quick(!), avoiding every single punch i throw at them. my brave actions are but futile. fustration fills my head like a cheese grater grating cheese that is still wrapped in plastic.

after several moments, i come up with a plan to escape this dreadful place. i dash towards the lift lobby and wait for a lift. i take the lift to level one and run for the exit. i let out a sigh of relief once i exit the entrance of the building. i have escaped from a terrible situation.

i stand in the middle of some open area, with the humid breeze in my hair, gripping onto some metal railing. my peace of mind is disrupted by my curiousity: why am i perspirating so vigourously? perhaps it is just in my head. my #!#$^ head.