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20h
Physically I'm fine
A little bruised
Nothing to mind

Physically I'm alright
Not cuts or scrapes
Nothing to stain the seats

Physically I'm ok
Through the nods and smiles
Fingers across the keys

Physically I'm
A voice I don't recognize
Speaks to the phone
As the fingers fly and click the keys

Physically
Just stay focused
Study hard and count the days
You'll make it another day

But despite what you see
A hard worker who thrives on her job
Who wants to get excitement from it

You glazed over
When I wasn't ok
And reminded me

I was a number to you.....
"Your never a number here" A empty promise from a empty voice, who refused to see past the cash
Writing of the Unknown
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   Ben Noah Suresh
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