We sit here and write all day
I don't know why some of us stay
Maybe we are just happy to play
Or we just really enjoy the day
Sometimes it seems like we are writing a play
Or we are the actors on the mainstage
But the anxiety never goes away
Anyway I can no idea why we never get paid
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One cocoon twitches; my screaming must have disturbed it. It’s followed by a sound like the shaking of a cobra’s tail. A dry rattle sends a shiver down my spine. The rest of the cocoons respond the same way, as if communicating with one another; the cave fills with rattling. The glow becomes stronger as they vibrate and bathes the cave floor in an eerie blue light.
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