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Work day, sad day

Laughter, talking, all around

I can not, will not

Hear a sound 

 

Relentless talking hurts 

My ears, your voices

Poisonous 

 

 I fight back tears 

 

In the toilets I pause to think 

Of all that\'s lost, and all that is 

 

And every day my former self

Screams at me

 

Who are you now? 

 

The work phone rings 

And I flinch not 

 

I loved life once, but have since forgot