A poem from the perspective of an Innie.
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Existing to work
In a looped 9 to 5
Never feeling the breeze
Never seeing the sky
A temporary stay
Until our time’s done
A never-ending battle
That’s not ours to be won
One day I hope
To live the life of the free
But until that day comes
It’s just work, dread, and me.
HIII thanks for reading my lil poem!! The Severance brainrot is so real... I love this show so much man... anyways hope u enjoyed!! Take care of urself and have a great rest of ur day/night <3
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