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Holloween

At work
Everyone dressed up like zombies
Unaware
Of their surroundings
They wear frowns
On their pale faces
They carry dead cow skins
Filled
With hours of their lives
They trade for more
Indifference
They walk past me
As I silently judge them
And wonder
What the fuck is wrong with myself.
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