The gears turn in the machine, the cogs, the springs. It doesn’t stop to rest or take a break, the wheels turn.
Things that must be done, things that need to be said. Things that must be written, things that must be read.
One more day on the never ending cycle. The days that just turn, the light and the dark. Hundreds of days of the doors being closed, hundreds of days of the neverending.
Merely turning the wheels, merely sorting more strings, merely doing more research, merely existing.
And what does it matter, tomorrow comes anyways.
So what’s the difference between today and yesterday?
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