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Nov 2020
And I’m still working.
Each drop of sweat towards a goal,
One too far from my hands.
It’ll take a hundred years,
Or ten-thousand more.
I’m just the system’s... dog.
I’m pretty sure it’s illegal for me to work this late at night during the school year.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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     izzn, --- and Carrie Crusoe
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