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Sep 2017
Monotony leads to hazy recollections,
Pushing us into mundane professions,
Careers of which we never desired,
Bags under eyes deepen as we grow tired,
Repetitive motion never fulfilled,
So why do we turn to old habits at will?
Written by
Jonah Day  M
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