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Cassie

Feel the weight of the whole world on your shoulders

You feel it more as you get older

You get up and you feel the pain

You go to work walking through the rain

Like you were little you get bullied

But now its your co-workers

Someday they work for you being you corkers

Working under you never reaching the top

All they hard work comes to a stop

They realize who you are and ease up

But still you’ve had enough

They get fired and you realize it was bad

This job was all they had

You took it away

Poor you. Poor them

You take their life and their precious jems

No more jobs they’ll live in a box

And be as quiet as a fox

Until they die

 


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