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sitting in an office,
sounds of typing and silence press against my ears.
nobody cares about what they are doing here,
so I wonder how they ended up in this place,
giving advice on life when their lives are obviously not what they intended them to be themselves.
There are life plans pinned to the muted grey walls,
and my feet slip on the shiny, dirt-stained ground.
shouldn't things be more professional?
shouldn't people care?
I'll just sit here twirling,
clacking away,
until somebody gives me something to do.
sounds of typing and silence press against my ears.
nobody cares about what they are doing here,
so I wonder how they ended up in this place,
giving advice on life when their lives are obviously not what they intended them to be themselves.
There are life plans pinned to the muted grey walls,
and my feet slip on the shiny, dirt-stained ground.
shouldn't things be more professional?
shouldn't people care?
I'll just sit here twirling,
clacking away,
until somebody gives me something to do.