In a short song, my life flashed before my eyes. How hard it was for us to cross this line, to bash ourselves back into the same jungle everybody had 5 years ago. How awful was I that I needed 5 years to get here? Maybe some part of me is better prepared than some people, but I couldn’t help wondering why. Poor G, she had to be there when it all happenned.
Now I understand some part of it, why it was comfortable for most people to stay employed.
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