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Temporary
When I was twelve years old, my mother went into surgery for the first time for her heart.
Getting Good Work Ethic
The grids of the data entry software displaying on my monitor become blurry, I look out across the open plan office and my colleagues are moving through a translucent desert haze, I can feel every synthetic fibre of my cheap work trousers rubbing against my skin. It is coming, I am getting good work ethic.
mediocrity
waking up,
I see demons
licking my toes