It's limited,
With small radius.
Area with He and them.
We are clock’s hand, over a day
In the middle of responsibilities...
A pathway across many generations,
Initially tough, then reshaped to be......,
Outside world is a dream, vice versa.
Some cracked, some stucked into it
Some think we're dumb,Despite
capabilities—Because it's a
Circle, ends where it
Starts....
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 9:40 PM UTC
It's limited,
With small radius.
Area with He and them.
We are clock’s hand, over a day
In the middle of responsibilities...
A pathway across many generations,
Initially tough, then reshaped to be......,
Outside world is a dream, vice versa.
Some cracked, some stucked into it
Some think we're dumb,Despite
capabilities—Because it's a
Circle, ends where it
Starts....
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