Work is challenging. Seriously, i left office at 10.50pm (had dinner at my desk) and I never left that I was wasting time today.
I fell ill again. Haiz. Don't know what the hell is wrong with my body. And I think it won't be long till i become too weak.
Anyways... Let's not bother with the depressing stuff and try some prose.
At the heart, the city beats,
To a military band's running beat.
There is a zealous drive,
A caffeine induced high.
And the pounding of a million feet
All centered round the chairman's seat.
The air is heavy and the shoulder burden;
The eyes are open but bodies vacant.
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