Work ,stress and horrible bosses.
A quarter of a year in office. Just! And i am lethargic.
To and forth office, seven working hours a day and uncomfortable formal -cotton attire.
The early hours,
The long routes,
The documents in piles.
I wish these to vanish, i wish these to pass.
And in return?
Carefree moments. Silly and ridiculously meaningless.
Those fun enriched frivolous days.
No, i know it does sound childish.
But i wanna be it that way.
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I know how you feel! YOU CAN DO IT! :D
ReplyDeletewith love, Cassandra xx
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being an adult and working hard for so many years of your life is difficult.
ReplyDeletethank you for stopping by. good luck.
Lovely poem. :) Thanks for sharing.
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