What time is it? What day is it?
It didn’t matter; everyday was the same.
A mesh, destroying the concept of time.
I wake up when I want.
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I spent the last two weeks on repeat.
Sleep no longer mattered to me.
I would stay up and play video games with friends,
our laughter fading into the night.
Creating moments that would only become a distant memory.
I suddenly found myself with what felt like all the time in the world.
A world full of bliss.
Where I could do whatever I wanted.
There is something poetic about feeling free while I am locked up.
