I.S.S. The alarm goes off in the early am So I can be sitting in a desk by 8 another habitual day at a job with little opportunity and minimal pay I'm programmed not to think I just sit and punch the keys The clock ticks and hours roll slowly past as I sit and slave at a job I hate.
Reason for writing:
My job. These computer entry jobs are boring & don't require a mind to do the job and my desire to be a writer.
Birth sign: Not entered
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