Put in my two weeks, heartbeat skips,
Feels like a break-up, midnight flips.
Friends, not suits, 2 a.m. calls,
We rise, we fall, we answer it all.
But bosses gaslight, fake a grin,
Shoes for the blood we’re drowning in.
I’m out—not numb, just done.
#TwoWeeksNotice #BreakupVibes #GaslightCulture
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