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The United Kingdom Of Great Struggle and Northern Suffering
I live in a rich nation. Four glittering goldmines, held together by the honey, of busy, obedient bees, who are fed by applause, and emoji filled tweets, that work to the soundtrack, of a suited somebody, in a chaotic chamber, who reminds them that they are rich. I live in a prosperous place. Proud. Great.…
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9-5
The telephone cord is a chain, I am raining on the inside, storms in my chest, spreading to the rest of me, that’s never restful, on these stressful days, that seem to last for ages, raining rage on my desk, trapped by obligation, trying to survive, salaried per second, waiting for the welcome collapse, of…