This is just something I wrote, a poem of sorts.
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To believe time was what controlled me would be insane.
Though for me it was a game.
My life revolved around the moving hands on the clock.
Believing I was actually free was a lie.
For the biggest lie of all was my life.
Wake up at a certain time, attend work at a certain time.
Eat lunch by 11:00 o'clock.
Return to work 30 minuets later. Continue to work 6 more hours. Clock out everyday at 5:45pm.
Be home by 6:15pm and have dinner ready by 6:30pm.
Clean up and shower, finish work reports and be in bed by 9:45pm.
Everyday.
Set my alarm and repeat.
A life of loneliness and solitude.
A cycle of repetition.
For the rest of my life just like this 'till my tune runs out.
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So yea I hope my life doesn't actually turn out like this. I've just been thinking a lot lately. Both Pharaoh and I have been stressed lately, but you Minis keep us moving.
~Jaxon
