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Suicidal Doe?Suicidal Doe?It was an eerie Sunday morning as I packed my overflowing bag of clothes and books. I sat on my bag in hopes it would be easier to zip shut as excitement of going home relieved my bored vibe of the three days of nothingness. It was a weekend up North, just like any other, with a hint of laziness. My father had to work all weekend so he was idle. Working on the computer all day long in cubicles puts my mind in wonder. Its just something I dont understand why anyone would want the sort of job where you sit at a computer all day long typing in codes and working on programs. It was nicer on the weekends for him although, hed get to sit around in his pajamas in all bummness and wait for someone to call and take care of his work from there, helping the person on the other line with computer problems and so on.My mother on the other hand, is a nurse. When she has to work weeken
Tear me a partTear a part these wings that growShred to pieces my growing mindRip these overbearing clothesAnd mend my soul deep inside
Me and YouIt's always been me and youcaught in thistranslucent worldwith hidden thoughtsand unspoken secrets