It's my last day, so lets not talk about how I can taste gun metal on my tongue. Let's keep it quiet. Simple. Civilized. Tomorrow will be freedom, from this place of employment. From the long days and From the short nights. It is the last day today, finished almost half-way, so, let's not talk about how much my life insurance pays for suicide. I don't have any. Does that make me worthless? Worth less than what? Time? Probably.
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