Trapped
I find myself in an endless cess pool of wrong or write, the lines blurring, the mind numbing endless stream of content, consume, consume, consume, but my brain can't take it anymore, I tell myself tommorow is a new day, tommorow is a new day, consume, consume, consume, I never do anything to change, but tommorow is a new day.
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