I may be a repeat offender.
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Right now I sit inside a three sided box.
A cubicle meant to fit only human telephone wires.
I am taught to act robotic and then lectured for my lack of inflection.
I find myself staring blankly at the screen.
The cursor is moving in perfect sync with the ticking of the clock.
The blinking of the cursor reminds me of an archer pulling back his arrow,
releasing it, and shooting it straight. through. my. heart.
I find myself changing everyday.
I find myself increasingly annoyed by people, like nails on a
never ending chalkboard.
I would say that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
but that would require sleeping.
To hear with the ears instead of reading with the eyes click here.
Right now I sit inside a three sided box.
A cubicle meant to fit only human telephone wires.
I am taught to act robotic and then lectured for my lack of inflection.
I find myself staring blankly at the screen.
The cursor is moving in perfect sync with the ticking of the clock.
The blinking of the cursor reminds me of an archer pulling back his arrow,
releasing it, and shooting it straight. through. my. heart.
I find myself changing everyday.
I find myself increasingly annoyed by people, like nails on a
never ending chalkboard.
I would say that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
but that would require sleeping.
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