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Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved. Great lines, something to think about (Edward Thomas) Woke up to the rain and the wind beating on my window pale, Yet I thought of getting dressed and going there. A subway system, so far not yet up to standards, A job like mine, no one need to hurry too A mindset like mine, meant for me to lay low during the northeaster...rain and wind Poor yet full of pride, I am the servant Queen, Yesterday, I struggled to maintain my sanity Due to working conditions: at the workplace I have been feuding for years. Nothing changes not even an added penny, before its death, More work, more stress, no respect Night supervisors, penciling or rather maneuvering into the darkness at six am. A street crowded with overturn bins, Flooded streets, with mudded running water Mother of Nature, another dangerous disaster? You meaner than corvid and Alaska, I am the servant Queen, poor, yet full of pride: I am fed up with others trying to take me for a ride Sometimes, you need a break from a bad situation Never berate yourself for giving expression to your emotions. Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;(Edward Thomas) line I planned to stick, to my believes, nothing will change, I will always be the servant Queen, as longs as them reign:
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Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 11:11 AM UTC
Down Hill I came
Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved. Great lines, something to think about (Edward Thomas) Woke up to the rain and the wind beating on my window pale, Yet I thought of getting dressed and going there. A subway system, so far not yet up to standards, A job like mine, no one need to hurry too A mindset like mine, meant for me to lay low during the northeaster...rain and wind Poor yet full of pride, I am the servant Queen, Yesterday, I struggled to maintain my sanity Due to working conditions: at the workplace I have been feuding for years. Nothing changes not even an added penny, before its death, More work, more stress, no respect Night supervisors, penciling or rather maneuvering into the darkness at six am. A street crowded with overturn bins, Flooded streets, with mudded running water Mother of Nature, another dangerous disaster? You meaner than corvid and Alaska, I am the servant Queen, poor, yet full of pride: I am fed up with others trying to take me for a ride Sometimes, you need a break from a bad situation Never berate yourself for giving expression to your emotions. Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;(Edward Thomas) line I planned to stick, to my believes, nothing will change, I will always be the servant Queen, as longs as them reign:
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Nov 20, 2024 at 11:11 AM UTC
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