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08:30


At 08:30 my alarm did go off
and yet I did not stir for an hour
angry with myself I lept to my chair
ready to start the day
but wait...
What will this new day hold?
if not more work... solitude... routine

Thoughts of futility banished
I made my way to wash.
Who is this old man in the mirror?
What has he done with his life?
How will he be remembered?
Will he be remembered?
Only time will tell...
Written by Zygot
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