lens crafter
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Alarm
Sigh
Time for work again.
Same
Routine
Make money to stay alive.
Boring
Life
In this cubicle the beauty outside has started to die.
No
More
Money is my boss.
Helping victims that have been stabbed with a knife,
That's the kind of job I want to change a life.
Helping the ones who have been hurt and abused,
That's the job I choose.
Putting away those child molesters
Do you know
That the universe
Millions of lights
Glowing bright
From such a height
Is in someone
As small as me
As small as you
As big as us
