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Here I Sit on the ConcreteHere I sit on the concrete, The air's groing cold, To this worthless position, My soul has been sold.Here I Sit on the Concrete
I've worked really hard, And screwed up one small bit, But for all of my effort, It is right here I sit.
Here I sit with my paper, And pencil and pack, Not really knowing, When they will be back.
I should walk away, I should quit and leave now, I should send resignation, That will show them, and how.
But for all of this talk, It seems my heart is torn twice, Because as much as I'd like to, To up and qui
by ~AmbroseDeSaad
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