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calm of the heart with waiting patiently for the next turn,
as the time passes by getting more concern,
the echoing ticks of the clock hands spinning around,
with concentration of all that surround,
another number called but not your own,
as now the next turn must be yours being alone,
minutes feel like hours at this time of wait,
with being patient is a feeling of hate,
finally another number called,
this was another section making you appalled,
calming back down as giving up is a choice,
then hearing a sweetly pleasant voice,
up to the counter finally there,
to find the wrong form was filled out from a smirking stare.