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May 2016
As the sky is turning black
I check my clock
It was almost midnight- twelve
Still in my office I dwell
Table with a pile of paper
Wish I could burn in hell
I wanted to go home
But I think nobody is home
We all work
Thinking its all worth
Overtime, overtime
Then I have no right
To complain about time
I wrote this during working hours. Funny thing is we always complain about running out of time.
Isabelle
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Isabelle  30/F/Philippines
(30/F/Philippines)   
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