He works all day and all night
There is no day that he is not working
There is no one to stop him from working
That is why he died without anyone knowing
His head is on his laptop that is still on
The paperwork that he was working on stays unfinished
He lays there relaxed, not worrying about anything
Now, he's free from the world and work
Just like how he always wanted
After all, his parents were the one who made him this way....
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200 Days 200 Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. But I swear I'm not going through things. But it's mostly love poems...with some morbid, with some personal, but they're all just a story in the end. . (*^ω^*) . started writing - November 12, 2019 finished writing - April 1...
