I woke up again, to my boring life, brushing my boring teeth, and washing my boring dull skin.
As I started washing myself I noticed my skin peeling off again. I probably needed a new one.
Getting dressed into my boring suit. And walking to my boring bike, off to ride to my mind numbing job. Ready to hear my boring boss babble about me not doing ny boring job, again.
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sleep
Mystery / Thrillerwhat if the days just keep repeating, what if there's no real use for life. what if its a lie? Heavily inspired my dial town and the Stanley parable
