The Ripped Soul

Just when I thought I could do something, another thing comes up.

Just when I thought I could report for work at 12, I have to do 11 instead.

Just when I thought I could FINALLY have a break, the opposite happens.

Fuck Mondays.

Fuck work.

FUCK IT ALL!

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In the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here....

Where are you, my angel?

Working?

Why am I not surprised....