There they were.
All our hard work that we display on the walls,
Taking a break on the floor.
Each morning the hallway is littered
With pieces of our lives.
Stories, poems, photos
Fallen in the quiet darkness of the night.
Sometimes,
We are all like that wall
Unable to hold our work up
Burdened by the weight of too much to do
We just need a break!
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