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Four walls corner to corner, Screens 1, 2 and 3 are all I see, All I hear and feel are my thoughts, I wonder if this is my destiny. Is this how a lasting career is built? Is this how I am to spend my days? I feel exhausted, confused to the hilt, It may be too late to change my ways. Keep it inside, shut up, Don't tell a soul, It doesn't matter anyway, what's said, I am empty, I work for no goal, I want to feel happy, and escape my head.
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Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
Wfh
Four walls corner to corner, Screens 1, 2 and 3 are all I see, All I hear and feel are my thoughts, I wonder if this is my destiny. Is this how a lasting career is built? Is this how I am to spend my days? I feel exhausted, confused to the hilt, It may be too late to change my ways. Keep it inside, shut up, Don't tell a soul, It doesn't matter anyway, what's said, I am empty, I work for no goal, I want to feel happy, and escape my head.
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Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
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