I hand in my card pass and locker key.I pack my personal possessions in a box.I mumble my good-byes.I rub away my tears and pretend to smile.I need to pray but the words won't come.
Ex-colleagues avoid looking me in the eyeAs they shake my hand.Is my redundancy catching?From buddy to stranger, just like that.I want to pray but the words won't come.
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