[Scrap. Found among the ruins.]
Day 596,
I'm dreading work today, dragging my heels and sneering at the clock. The days have been passing like a non-stop parade of the monotonous and bland and jejune, like flag twirlers on valium.
My only escape comes in the form of sound. When I close my eyes, I can leave my body. I can leave this routine. I can leave.
But only for 3 minutes at a time.
10 minutes have passed since I realized for the second time that today would be like the others. How many more tens of minutes will drip through my hands before I realize I can't take it anymore?
Save me.
Save me.
Day 596,
I'm dreading work today, dragging my heels and sneering at the clock. The days have been passing like a non-stop parade of the monotonous and bland and jejune, like flag twirlers on valium.
My only escape comes in the form of sound. When I close my eyes, I can leave my body. I can leave this routine. I can leave.
But only for 3 minutes at a time.
10 minutes have passed since I realized for the second time that today would be like the others. How many more tens of minutes will drip through my hands before I realize I can't take it anymore?
Save me.
Save me.
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