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Big guy said it’s not worth it
I am wasting my time pretending to be something I am not
Then sadness agrees
And a few others shared their opinions.
Only a tiny squeaky voice told me to hold on,
Push harder and never give up
But I can hardly hear her
Her voice was drowning among the hoarse harsh pitch of everyone else
Now big guy was shouting
He had a burst of anger
“HOLD ON UNTO WHAT!” “WAIT ON WHAT!”
Sadness agreed and almost brought me to tears
Now they were fussing, it was getting really loud
Big Guy said “Just do it, morphine is in your bag”
“Yall get the hell outta ma head!” I shouted
And now all the people at the conference table were looking at me
In a very strange way
I rushed to the bathroom and tried to compose myself
I tried to shush the voices in my head
Though I already knew, very soon I am going to obey Big Guy.
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