Existential crisis clouds the broken spirit. I'm held hostage, enslaved by he who signs the check. Run the gauntlet. I'm an object to manufacture first world garbage. I hate this place yet still I trudge on. Going and going and going, I'm done. I'm losing the will to fucking carry on. My soul is ailing, it's shell is near spent. I'm halfway through life and I'll never get the time back. My life's worth is dictated by the punch clock. Drain my life in hourly increments. This is the choice that we have to make. Between getting sleep or getting paid. Smelling the roses or bearing the yoke. I'm still fucking broke and I'll never get my time back. Hours, weeks, months, years. Jump higher, run faster, work harder, you're fired. Knees scabbed no longer. Free men stand tall.
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