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Oct 2020
walking through
I feel my shoulders drop

in the middle of the road
kind of want to cry out loud

I know it's another heavy day
is it almost friday

this endless routine
I'm so tired

no more time
I'm dissociating during work

losing myself
where am I
what am I doing

forgot what's the day
forgetting I have a name

this face of mine
I don't recognize
eileen
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eileen
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