Wait…
waiting…
What am I waiting for?
I’m left here
just
waiting…
ready to walk out the door.
He has no respect
I feel like a joke
I could very well croak
while
waiting…
Sigh…
yawning…
I can’t take any more
of this
waiting…
What am I waiting for?
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