Mountains of cotton,
Polyester and wool
Seem to surround
The disgruntled soul
Salt water gushes
Through every spore
Flowing into the valley
Can't take it anymore
Common sense
No longer is used
Only the sane
Are critically abused
But look!
A ray of hope is near
A gentle breeze has come
An exhilarating high is here
YOU ARE NOT ALONE
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