Another day, another roundabout of shenanigans. As the hour progress, I do not. It seems as if every marking hour, minutes I am withheld. There is a sort of demonic laugh as the clock moves its maniacal hands as if to tick me off... and not in the touches of humour way. Is my worth…Continue Reading...
It is yet another Thursday, another month, another year. The same drift, the same dismantled daily theme follows. Yes, it is a vicious cycle that, as it ends, seems to beam with some hope of change at the end of the daylight break. But, all in all, it is a mere illusion that this change…Continue Reading...
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