Others work away quietly, struggling to make everything work, quitting their jobs and losing friends. In the end, for nothing.
It would have been nice, in front of my peers, a little handshake, slice of paper, slow hand clap, pat on the back, a thank you, anything - for the hard work, endless hours, nearly ruined relationships.
Recognition.
--All for naught. All for naught.--
1 comment:
....*hugs*
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