I don’t see a point to the office.
I face the same issues again and again.
I want to escape and start a new life.
I might find a compromise.
I should look at my hours of freedom.
My heart can turn to the ones I love.
I guess the world is not ready.
I cannot move on so easily.
I need my job and it needs me.
W. Wayne B.
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