Reality strikes and takes away people's individuality at
times, leaving them in the middle of a vast expanse of time.
Taking away everything that exists in imagination just to
serve life and it's necessities in lapses of reality.
Exacting measures stretching and shrinking under the guise
of timelines and deadlines.
Nothing giving in when bills have to be taken care of for
needed necessities in this life.
Solitary figures alone, in this vast superior area of
other's expenditures, coming before caring or compassion
to those in need.
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