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Mar 2018
Hey hello baby,
I'm sorry, but I'm leavin'.
I'll think about your ***
maybe next tax season.

Sure the pay is good,
but my dignity is weeping,
and I couldn't stop the feelings
of anxiety from creeping.

The times I felt alone,
shadowed by my fear,
made me realize
a new day was coming near.

If you try to break me down
I emerge from the rubble,
stronger than I was before
empowered by the struggle.
#****#it#old#employer
This was written a day before starting a new job as an independent contractor
Written by
Chris
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   Olivia Daniels
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