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Dec 2011
Work is work
I cannot escape
Stare so hard
At those pearly gates

I wait my turn
For that dying day
Time is endless?
He makes me stay!

I wonder when
I get to leave
This fleeting life
Please, end this dream!
Written by
chris
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