All throughout many years following routines, not veering
from them only because they happen to be habits in our
lives.
At times, wanting, wishing, hoping for a reprieve from it
all, seeing no way out.
Falling into a rut, losing hope, listlessly fearing an
event that will take us from the existence of our lives
for good at some time in this life.
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