The sound of keys continues to ping my ears,
The bright lights blind my mind to reality.
I zone out into my commissions, taking with me the sparks of my soul.
The buzz of productivity numbs the pain, what if I never stop?
Will the pain never resurface?
The day is over, I begin my journey to the next distraction
Until it is time to finally travel to my abode and lay my head,
It feels as if I am in a cloud constantly, the mists constantly pressed against my face,
Reminding me that reality is not but a step away,
And that despite my best efforts reality will not remain away for long.
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