I sit here and type,
No sounds within sight.
A bunch of empty chairs, once filled by a bunch of empty squares.
The chatter has seized,
The headache, decreased.
Although this day was not its best,
Gotta learn to sit down, write it down, and plan!
Without a direct road, no matter its winding undertones,
sh*t will always hit the fan.
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