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Every day. Going to the same place, Doing the same thing. There is no escape, Until that One Day. Over and over I repeat the same actions, Never deviating. Always for that One Day. Then on that One Day, I will have accomplished what this world has forced upon me, All to do the thing that I love. Then. After all that hard work. I do that thing that I love. Day in. Day out. The same thing. Over and over. The thing that I love. Never deviating. Not once straying from the routine. Until. I die. Then. In that final moment. It truly begins. The Next Life. The True Reward. For the Monotony of Life.
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Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
The Monotony of Life
Every day. Going to the same place, Doing the same thing. There is no escape, Until that One Day. Over and over I repeat the same actions, Never deviating. Always for that One Day. Then on that One Day, I will have accomplished what this world has forced upon me, All to do the thing that I love. Then. After all that hard work. I do that thing that I love. Day in. Day out. The same thing. Over and over. The thing that I love. Never deviating. Not once straying from the routine. Until. I die. Then. In that final moment. It truly begins. The Next Life. The True Reward. For the Monotony of Life.
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Kire
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Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
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