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Author: inconcessus2sentio
Fiction Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Poetry - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-07-08 - Updated: 03-07-08 - Complete - id:2485553

Another Day

Sitting at this desk is getting tiring

Day after day

The same thing

With nothing to say

Friends? What are those

Just an illusion

Fantasy for people like me

What am I

What will I be

I am nothing

I will become nothing

My life consist of sitting

At this desk

Day after day

Month after month

Year after year

The best years of your life they say

And who are they

Not like I’ll know

Because im still at this desk

Another day goes by

No one says hi

Who am I and what will I be

Probably still sitting at this desk

For another moment

Another day

ABANDONED



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