Lose a little ground, gain a little ground, and in the dark at night I have dreams I never remember on waking, just dark glimmers of corridors and rooms I do not know... Wake up and groan with instant tiredness, the burden of morning and another week just begun... Through my morning, into another fucking day at another stupid-ass job, all the same, silent I wait it out. Fractured moments.
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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