Ant

Blaine, insignificant, and boring; I do the same things over and over. Collect: Information, ideas, music, stress, and doubt in my head. I work so hard so I will not starve mentally and emotionally because of the absence of recess of this roller coaster. No one notices me I'm so small you can barely see me at all. If I fall they will crush my fragile body. People will kill us ants because we are annoying, stupid, and can't defend ourselves. This is what happens when you are an ant.

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