She carried her heart in her pocket,
For then it would never be a-miss.
She held it close in a drunken stupor,
For cracked it lay on a sober morning.
She dared to smile as he touched her heart.
But they both knew it was time to part.
He did not try,
She did not cry,
They had known it was always a lie.
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Sometimes you try your best but its just not good enough. Sometimes a few words can make you doubt yourself. Sometimes the harder you try the worse of you are.
But that doesn’t mean you give up. It means you get back into the game and play harder than ever.
It means you do your best – and never let anyone throw yo off. I mean its one thing to be corrected- dont get me wrong- being corrected is how you learn. But its a totally different thing being undervalued.
Know your work- and do it well. Clock in and clock outs are for stereotypes. Working well and with a zeal is for winners.
Don’t let a boss determine your future. Its yours for a reason.
If you’re having a hard week at work- remember- come out strong and learn from it. Stand on the sidelines and watch the bigger picture.
You cant go wrong then.
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