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In the dim, busy office
He is casting his eye across the work
The work he once had a passion for
I am close
I am close enough to notice the feeling of tenseness that radiates from his pale skin
I am close enough to see the wrinkles along his sleeves
I am close enough to see his eyes
The eyes that are as empty as the void inside
For what was once a man of ambition, joy & character
Is now a man of nothing
And all he can do take each step as its own
For he has forgotten the lyrics to his favourite song
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>>9771813
neat picture. prose sucks. why is he so. who are you. why is the office busy. what the fuck kind of office. so many questions.
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>>9771813
also which busy office has ever in life been 'dim'
how are you noticing all these details in such poor light
0/10 reincarnate yourself
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>what is a crit thread
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>>9771813
>For he has forgotten the lyrics to his favourite song
like wtf man
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>>9771831
also he kinda can't remember the face of his father exactly, or he's just a spoiled brat and hates his dad and would rather not think about him
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