i, as an individual do not wink a blink
at any occupation
for the living
you have to do 'my dear' something
i agree
but day by day i am becoming more like
what next
people are not machines
for the sake of heaven's
they are the human beings
can't i hold their hands in my hands
sit with them
quietly
what, possibly can go wrong?
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