Swings
Let’s go! I’m ready
Sleep is for the weak
It’s going to be lit
Eh, it’s alright
It could be better
It smells weird in here
Why is it so hot
Stop pushing me
Get off of me
This sucks
Why am I even here
I’m never doing that again
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