Lately I've been wondering if when you're moping around the house due to over-thought about a certain someone, if they're doing the same about you. Spelling errors lurk and stare with ashy and irritating eyes: I hate retyping things. Backspace, backspace, backspace.
The rhythm on the keys reminds me of transcribing. Why can't I leave work at work?
Probably because you're the reason I still show up.
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