Emotional highs and lows, swaying with the mighty wind blows. One minute I’m down on the ground begging and pleading, the next I’m soaring unaware of my palms bleeding. And the work comes but never goes, stacks increasing completing my woes. I just want to lay down and tap out, but hopefully my efforts will count for something. Five more hours to go until I’m home in my bed to pretend like I’m dead for a few hours until the sun rises again. Yet, I can’t see a break in the trees ‘round the bend.

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