Take a Number
Write your name
Take a seat
wait your turn
I stare at the clock
Not good
I tell them I'm running verrrry late
I smile so wide when I say this
I can feel the corners of my mouth crack
... wonder if they're bleeding.
The look I receive in return is something like sympathy mixed with puke
I take a seat and wait what feels like an eternity
They don't care...
because they know I'm the
one who always will .
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