People come to me everyday.
From dawn to dusk, till light fades away.
"Doing it for a living," that's what they always say.
Starting at 18 but never really to 88.
Desk full of problems, hundreds of delays.
They usually bid goodbye, by the end of the 'exhausting' day.
What am I??
-------Answer in the comments!!!!
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A Drop of Silence
Поезія- Sometimes Silence is the only water to your internal flames - ～～～～～～ Emotions that weave through my body and comes out through my words. ～～～～～～ Music that flows through my mind and feelings that battle against time. ～～～～～～ Allow the notes to guild...
