Sick Joke

You wish you could be in awe of a place that is not your own but when time moves like an infant child crying for you to leave her alone, you have nothing more than the mere moments in which to breathe. Numbers increase and decrease until the next big thing and your life seems meaningful in the midst of the mundane.

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