its almost ten...
its quiet...
the office...just hours ago...a bustling hive of activity...is now empty...empty of laughter...of incessant chatter...of life...
the stillness drains me of the little energy i feel in my bones...the loneliness gnawing on the tense muscles of my shoulders...the emptiness willing not only my physical but my mental self to collapse...defeated in exhaustion...in sheer sadness...
a depression that fills a being...who's life after work...is work itself...
its quiet...
the office...just hours ago...a bustling hive of activity...is now empty...empty of laughter...of incessant chatter...of life...
the stillness drains me of the little energy i feel in my bones...the loneliness gnawing on the tense muscles of my shoulders...the emptiness willing not only my physical but my mental self to collapse...defeated in exhaustion...in sheer sadness...
a depression that fills a being...who's life after work...is work itself...
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