Back to the slave shift. Back to the grind. Back to everything I want to escape. Back to unproductive days in front of the screens of others. Back to hours wasted on meaningless tedium. Back to being robbed of life’s most precious resource. Back to my soul slowly dying inside of me. Back to talents shriveling in atrophy. Back to appearing positive on the outside but feeling dead inside. Back to the worst part of my existence. Back to work.

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