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Feb 2015
I sit here at my desk
I feel like I’m under house arrest
I’m stuck here for hours
Being watched and scorned
This can’t be the reason I was born?
To sit like a mannequin
Typing robotically away
Looking at my life
Fading to grey…

*There has to be a better way
GailForceWinds
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GailForceWinds  Montville, NJ
(Montville, NJ)   
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