I go to work. I drink Red Bull. I come home. Repeat.
There’s not much going on in my life, just the same motions, the same rhythm, a cycle that spins but never really moves. The days blur together, caffeine-fueled and predictable, like a song stuck on repeat.
Maybe I’m waiting for something to change. Or maybe I’ve just gotten too used to the quiet hum of monotony.
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