text: Oh, What A Horrible Mess I've Made
  A Terrible Place In My Mind
  I gazed upon the filthy floor
  With scattered dreams and dampened dirt
  Every angled corner of the room
  More vile than the one before.
  I cannot balance myself on my feet
  So I prefer to sit and diffuse
  As the insects crawl on me
  I can’t seem to choose,
  Should I keep trying to stand
  Or just remain here all alone?
  Do I have a single reason
  To continue on my own?
  Should I give in to my calamity
  And let it take the best of me?
  Because even if I try
  The world will still see the worst in me.
  The windows are all boarded up
  But I can still feel the world is watching.
  They wait for me to stand
  So they can continue kicking me
  I am immobilized by fear of moving forward
  Weighed down by thoughts of crashing downward.
  This room feels so safe
  Although it is quite filthy
  I cough out more broken dreams
  And let the roaches crawl all over me.
explanation: The provided text is a poem that expresses deep emotional distress and a sense of hopelessness. It does not contain any mathematical content, questions, or answers.
distilabel_metadata.content: Evaluate the user given text extract and determine if it contains a math question and optionally and answer to this question.
  
  Output rules:
  
  1. Briefly describe the document and mention if it contains a question or a question and answer.
  2. Finalize the output with: Label: no-question,question,question-and-answer,multiple-question,multiple-question-and-answer
distilabel_metadata.role: system
distilabel_metadata.content: Oh, What A Horrible Mess I've Made
  A Terrible Place In My Mind
  I gazed upon the filthy floor
  With scattered dreams and dampened dirt
  Every angled corner of the room
  More vile than the one before.
  I cannot balance myself on my feet
  So I prefer to sit and diffuse
  As the insects crawl on me
  I can’t seem to choose,
  Should I keep trying to stand
  Or just remain here all alone?
  Do I have a single reason
  To continue on my own?
  Should I give in to my calamity
  And let it take the best of me?
  Because even if I try
  The world will still see the worst in me.
  The windows are all boarded up
  But I can still feel the world is watching.
  They wait for me to stand
  So they can continue kicking me
  I am immobilized by fear of moving forward
  Weighed down by thoughts of crashing downward.
  This room feels so safe
  Although it is quite filthy
  I cough out more broken dreams
  And let the roaches crawl all over me.
distilabel_metadata.role: user
distilabel_metadata.raw_output_q_a_detector_0: The provided text is a poem that expresses deep emotional distress and a sense of hopelessness. It does not contain any mathematical content, questions, or answers.
  
  Label: no-question