One Thing
Think
Your fingers drum tirelessly against the counter
Think
Humans can survive without many things
but it's truly maddening when one doesn't know if its
Day?
Night?
Like an hourglass, time slips by
and like a fool you don't even know what day it is
Think
Think, you fool
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