It happened

Fri, 05/24/2019 - 01:32 -- ace12

Once I stepped into that empty room 

I felt like I was in there for hours instead of 15 minutes

My hands were playing with each other, comforting their nerves

I came out of there alive barely surviving

I kept scrolling down to refresh the page every day until it happened

A few weeks later, it happened.

I got the job

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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