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... are we so cursed that even the leeches give us a wide berth ?
When the plague started taking its hold upon our wretched souls the office was circled by blood-sucking leeches, who came sniffing and tasting around our flesh: and lord help me some of us even invited their attentions, in the hollow belief that they might, in some way, speed our passing from this place - not so much to be somewhere better; but simply to be somewhere else.
And these great monster leeches took from us, and promised that they would return for us.
... but we are still here alone.
yet now we are alone and ashamed; ashamed that we consorted with such creatures.
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... we're still here, carrying on this sham existence, pretending that our being here means something to someone - to anyone.
It's hard to have a positive spin on your own self worth when you have been effectively replaced by someone, who is simply waiting for you to not be around anymore. I turned up late a few days ago, and when I arrived at my desk it was already occupied by one of the 'others'. They were very apologetic, but I know that they're thinking - are you still here ? aren't you done yet ?
Another one didn't return this week - one of my shadows, this time; but another has appeared in its' place. I'm begining to think that they will never be cast out now. Never truly beaten.
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