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My tortured existence

Work, work, work, everywhere I look there’s work. I skip lunch at work so I can leave early, thinking I’ll distance myself from work. But the sooner I get home, the more work their is. At the end of it all, I collapse on my bed and lie awake for two hours, thinking, “How could I possibly still be awake?”

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