#after hours posts

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If my fucking coworker doesn't stop fucking touching me and fucking meddling in my fucking life I'm going to fucking lose it.

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So be it, I'm your crowbar

If that's what I am so far

Until you get out of this mess

And I will pretend

That I don't know of your sins

Until you are ready to confess

But all the time, all the time

I'll know, I'll know

And you can use my skin

To bury secrets in

And I will settle you down

And at my own suggestion

I will ask no questions

While I do my thing in the background

But all the time, all the time

I'll know, I'll know

Baby

I can't help you out

While it is still around

So for the time being, I'm being patient

And amidst this bitterness

If you'll just consider this

Even if it don't make sense all the time

Give it time

And when the crowd becomes your burden

And you've early closed your curtain

I'll wait by the backstage door

While you try to find

The lines to speak your mind

And pry it open, hoping for an encore

And if it gets too late, for me to wait

For you to find you love me, and tell me so

It's okay, don't need to say it

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Some escape, some door to open

This path seems the blackest, but I guess it's the soonest

But there in the clearing, I know you'll be wearing

Your young aching smile and waving your hand

Can't go with my heart when I can't feel what's in it

I thought you'd come over but for some reason you didn't

Glass on the pavement under my shoe

Without you is all my life amounts to

A final sleep, no words from my cutting

Mouth to your ear or taut wicked pinches

From my fingers to your bitter face

That I can't heal

I know tomorrow you will be

Somewhere in London living with someone

You've got some kind of family there to turn to

And that's more than I could ever give you

A chance for calm, a hope for freedom

Outlet from my cold solitary kingdom

By the forest of our spring stay

Where you walked away

And left a bleeding part of me

Empty and bothered, watching the water

Quiet in the corner, numb and falling through

Without you, what does my life amount to?

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If you find a reason

I'll be gone in a matter of time

This was your decision

Oh you got me in a state of mind

I wish that there could be another way

But I know that you've made up your mind

You know there's nothing left for me to say

That could change your mind this time

Hard to find a reason

Television and another headline

Don't believe in Jegus

Heaven knows I'm wasting my time

Wanna believe in Alternia

But it's somewhere I can't find

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Here we are, stuck by this river

You and I, underneath the sky that's ever

Falling down, down, down

Ever falling down

Through the day, as if on an ocean

Waiting here, always failing to remember

Why we came, came, came

I wonder why we came?

You talk to me as if from a distance

And I reply with impressions chosen

From another time, time, time

From another time

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Two birds on a wire

One tries to fly away

And the other watches him close from that wire

He says he wants to as well

But he is a liar

I'll believe it all

There's nothing I won't understand

I'll believe it all

I won't let go of your hand

~ Regina Spektr, Two Birds On A Wire

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{ Hello, im just starting out in the writing scene but I feel like im not good enough to tell stories cause like im pretty fucking basic. Just some office worker, nothing special. Did you always want to be a writer, or did you start out somewhere else? }

Oh, that's quite nostalgic. Believe it or not, I used to be an office worker myself. Specifically for paper products... I worked in the lowest point of the office, while taking freelance writing jobs. It eventually led to a wonderful writing career, even with my caste.

I never did anything good as an office worker myself, it was unsatisfying, and I was poor at it. I likely would have been fired if I hadn't quit to take my manager's contract offer.

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Ask the green text anon from before about sgrub. Their blog is "cambriancruelty", but i don't want to ping them.

Hm. I suppose I have to. I've been asked by my little guppy to play, so I might just play it, if only to see her...