The clock reminds me of time passing though it feels like it’s standing still. I find myself repeating the same days and weeks and months and years over and and over again. I dream so often but nothing ever comes from them.
Outside the air is hot, my shirt sticks to my chest, and I walk towards nowhere because I have no idea where I’m heading…
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