Modern life is war.
I have better shots of this but fuck it I like this one
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Number 773
Everyone knows where there going.
They form lines, make appointments, have the correct paper work with references.
They know time and date. They also have a pen ready
They ask "Where is Cindy?" when Cindy calls out.
They know each other, they're not friends.
I stare.
I stare too much.
That has always been my problem.
I stare and think and when its my time,
I never have anything ready.
They always send me back,
Fill this out,
Sign here,
Copy that, we also need a copy of this.
Sometimes I wish I was them.
Sometimes I wish I knew them.
Sometimes I wish I didn't get sick when my number was called.
But that's rare.
They form lines, make appointments, have the correct paper work with references.
They know time and date. They also have a pen ready
They ask "Where is Cindy?" when Cindy calls out.
They know each other, they're not friends.
I stare.
I stare too much.
That has always been my problem.
I stare and think and when its my time,
I never have anything ready.
They always send me back,
Fill this out,
Sign here,
Copy that, we also need a copy of this.
Sometimes I wish I was them.
Sometimes I wish I knew them.
Sometimes I wish I didn't get sick when my number was called.
But that's rare.
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