It was the end of the week

It was the end of the work month

My spirit was high but I didn’t feel like working.

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I was in a good mood

Listened to some good tunes

I wasn’t feeling down but I didn’t feel like working.

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I hummed along to a good beat

Last song syndrome on my mind and on repeat

My menstruation was done but I just didn’t feel like working.

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The hours crept by and then the end of the day

My heart sang with glee as I hopped my way out of the office

Finally!

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