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Working 9 to 5

I can't think of a slower, more drawn out death than this empty 9 to 5 the rain, train, bus, traffic jam am I supposed to feel defeated before I even arrive? The soulless ungrateful grey bodies that tell me what to do the beautiful faces I miss while i'm away from home the small joy when it's over for another day, only to slug back home again I forgot how to even dream anymore I don't remember what I wanted anyway Let's do it all again smile and do it over and over again

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