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Toilet Talk


The toilet seems to be the only place i can be alone.

It is the only place where i play games peacefully on my phone.

i runaway here whenever i feel scared

although sometimes im unprepared

unprepared for the stink

that makes my eyes watter and continuously blink

but when you think of it its not too bad

its a magical place, sending things to a magical land

And the school stalls are the best

it's there where i hear gossip about Sussie stuffing her breast

we all take if for granted the toilet is best

after all, all humas digest.

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