Normal Working hours.
Normal rants of the boss.
Normal rants of the bigger boss.
Normal typing in the computer.
Normal.
When will my day be abnormal?
Maybe I'll consider it abnormal when I'll be going home this May. I've been counting the days for May to come. I'm sure it will be soon. I wanna go home. I miss home. I miss my family and most of all, I miss being a nurse.
Maybe tomorrow will be abnormal. Maybe someone will die. Maybe someone will get stabbed. Maybe that will be me.
Seeking the light,
Paul
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